I'm Being So Sincere Right Now

The young pester of a boy was out enjoying the warming weather of Auster, or well the island. He wasn't allowed to go much else, usually accompanied by one of his parents when he went to the dam. Boring. He was quite... no not boisterous... he just wanted to get in trouble and stick his nose where it didn't belong. Not that he would admit that. But yeah he found some pride in all the bad things he had done. Nothing amounting to anything wild or dangerous, but he certainly wasn't the good one of the lot.

He was taking a leisurely stroll around the building and homes of Fenmyre just taking in the tropical breeze and ocean scent. The sound of birds and the waters moving far off on the shore were actually quite enjoyable to him, but he caught more interest in the stores as he wandered by. He knew where the meat and herb stores were, and Siren's garden and all that. But what caught his attention was the other rooms beside the food stores. He poked his head in one that was pretty messy and disorganized, rubble and shelves fallen down. Much potential, but for now just a wrecked room. The next room however was well put together and organized but it also seemed rather empty. His eyes instantly drew to the knives hanging up on the wall, all special and painted. His little brain didn't put together the number of knives or anything like that nor did he care, he didn't know his older brothers made them for all of Chimera's kids. Of course he was eager to touch though.

He grabbed one of the lowest knives that he could reach, testing it out with the handle in his mouth and slashing it around. It was quite fun. He looked over his shoulder in the empty room like someone was there watching him ready to yell at him. With a smirk, he trotted happily out of the room leaving the door opened as he wandered out somewhere near the forests of the island, not far from the housing units. He dug a rather shallow hole, but deep enough for the knife to fit before burying it beside a tree trunk and heading back to the room of knives to grab another one. He replicated the same tactic, burying three of the knives by different tree trunks in the near forest. And then he went out to find someone to play his little game, hopefully one of his siblings.

Again, he didn't wander far while the main building was still in sight of him, staying near the forests rather than the beaches but also wanted to keep a sight line on the shoreline so he would be able to spot one of his brothers while he trekked along. Instead he heard someone walking along the perimeters, a bit at a loss of breath. It was a girl he had never met before but that didn't matter. He ran to catch up to her, calling out rather abruptly, "Hey you! Want to play a game?" His tone was both pup-eager and innocent, though she was probably not expecting what she was about to dig up. "I buried some things in the woods here. Bet you can't find them."

Intellect Seasonal Prompt
Total Word Count: 551 words
Word Count Goal: 1500 words

"Speech"