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Thursday 14 November 2013 photo 6/11
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Wyatt looked around, it was long after his sleeping time and the world was dark. He hadn’t seen anyone, except the horse and the animals in their folds, for a really long time. "It’s time, Wyatt. Lift this hatch over here."
Standing up Wyatt wobbled a bit and almost fell over. He hadn’t eaten for several hours and he was tired. Really tired and a bit cold.
Still, he managed to move over to the fold opening and open the hatch that the horse had nodded towards. Pulling up the door the horse stepped out of the fold. "Get on!"
Wyatt stared at the horse. The horse stared back. "Climb up on the fence and get up on my back, we’re leaving this town."
Doing as he was told Wyatt had started to feel dizzy and his tummy rumbled as he sat down on the horses back. "Hold on, I’ll find you something to eat when we’re out of here."
Wyatt clung tightly to the horse. Feeling how the animal’s muscles moved. It was warm, very warm so he tried to cling as hard as he could to that warmth.
Before he knew it the horse stopped, but Wyatt kept clinging. He didn’t know what else to do and the horse was warm. So warm. "Hey, Wyatt."
Did his parents worry about him? Did his brothers? No, only his mother might worry. The others would just be very mad at him for disobeying and walking away. Maybe they would mostly be mad at him for not coming back to the cart. "Oi, child, you need to eat. Sit up."
Slowly sitting up Wyatt started to feel really cold again. He looked around. He couldn’t see much but he could see that they were at farm. This one was a bit bigger than he one his family ran. "They have pigs in that barn. I know it will be hard for you to do but you need to go and get one of the pigs there. They will have stick of some sort in there, try to force the pig out here. Don’t forget to also get a knife of some sort, they should have it in there as well. Some flint and tinder too."
The horse wanted him to steal? He couldn’t do that. Somebody owned that pig and he wasn’t going to take something that wasn’t his. "I-i-i wo-won’t st-st-steal."
Snorting the horse moved it’s head to try and look at him. "My family owns these lands. You’re not stealing. I’m giving it to you. Now go and fetch it."
Wyatt blinked and frowned. How could a horse own something. Well, the horse could talk and he had a fancy name, like the all the noble people do. He somehow recognized the name Von Sterling too. Maybe all noble horses could talk and own land? What did he know of the world anyway? He had lived all of his 14 years on a tiny farm with only his family and a couple of animals.
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Watching the boy wobble away to the barn Vaughn worried a little. Would the boy be able to get a pig out of there? Those animals could be very stubborn he had heard. Maybe the boy would faint? He looked very weak and he was cold. He hadn’t eaten for several hours either. Maybe he should’ve told the boy to go and eat while he was waiting but he hadn’t wanted to let the child out of his sight. What if he hadn’t returned? The boy seemed very easily distracted.
Vaughn leaned down and chewed on some tall grass while watching the barn and waiting. He thought that it would take a long while but almost as soon as the boy had entered the barn he stepped out. Together with a thin and gangly pig.
The child had been lucky. But then again, Vaughn tilted his head and watched the kid walking with the staff as help, animals did seem to like him a lot.
Still wobbling, even more so than before, the boy quickly reached him herding the pig in front of him. "Do you think you can walk a bit, Wyatt? We should leave this farm."
Nodding they started to slowly walk away from the farm together with the pig. It took a really long time for them but they reached the a small river at the edge of a forest just before the sun started getting up. "Here, I’m sorry but you’ll have to kill the pig and and eat it."
The boy would most likely throw a big fit. Living on the streets he had probably never had to kill and eat an animal himself before. Vaughn tried to come up with some good arguments he could use to make the kid do it. He wasn’t really sure what to say. He himself had only killed animals for sport. He had never slaughtered an animal but he had seen it done when he had visited a farm with his father.
So he got a bit shell shocked when the child patted the pig gently, mumbled something and then promptly whacked the pig hard over the head with the staff. The boy then proceeded to slaughter it. Like it was something he did every day. It made Vaughn’s stomach turn a little. Maybe the child wasn’t as innocent as he looked?
Wyatt didn’t even seem to have any problems starting a fire and he had thought he would have a really hard time with having to explain how to use the flint and tinder.
Shivering Vaughn chewed some more grass and watched the kid preparing food to eat.
Still, he managed to move over to the fold opening and open the hatch that the horse had nodded towards. Pulling up the door the horse stepped out of the fold. "Get on!"
Wyatt stared at the horse. The horse stared back. "Climb up on the fence and get up on my back, we’re leaving this town."
Doing as he was told Wyatt had started to feel dizzy and his tummy rumbled as he sat down on the horses back. "Hold on, I’ll find you something to eat when we’re out of here."
Wyatt clung tightly to the horse. Feeling how the animal’s muscles moved. It was warm, very warm so he tried to cling as hard as he could to that warmth.
Before he knew it the horse stopped, but Wyatt kept clinging. He didn’t know what else to do and the horse was warm. So warm. "Hey, Wyatt."
Did his parents worry about him? Did his brothers? No, only his mother might worry. The others would just be very mad at him for disobeying and walking away. Maybe they would mostly be mad at him for not coming back to the cart. "Oi, child, you need to eat. Sit up."
Slowly sitting up Wyatt started to feel really cold again. He looked around. He couldn’t see much but he could see that they were at farm. This one was a bit bigger than he one his family ran. "They have pigs in that barn. I know it will be hard for you to do but you need to go and get one of the pigs there. They will have stick of some sort in there, try to force the pig out here. Don’t forget to also get a knife of some sort, they should have it in there as well. Some flint and tinder too."
The horse wanted him to steal? He couldn’t do that. Somebody owned that pig and he wasn’t going to take something that wasn’t his. "I-i-i wo-won’t st-st-steal."
Snorting the horse moved it’s head to try and look at him. "My family owns these lands. You’re not stealing. I’m giving it to you. Now go and fetch it."
Wyatt blinked and frowned. How could a horse own something. Well, the horse could talk and he had a fancy name, like the all the noble people do. He somehow recognized the name Von Sterling too. Maybe all noble horses could talk and own land? What did he know of the world anyway? He had lived all of his 14 years on a tiny farm with only his family and a couple of animals.
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Watching the boy wobble away to the barn Vaughn worried a little. Would the boy be able to get a pig out of there? Those animals could be very stubborn he had heard. Maybe the boy would faint? He looked very weak and he was cold. He hadn’t eaten for several hours either. Maybe he should’ve told the boy to go and eat while he was waiting but he hadn’t wanted to let the child out of his sight. What if he hadn’t returned? The boy seemed very easily distracted.
Vaughn leaned down and chewed on some tall grass while watching the barn and waiting. He thought that it would take a long while but almost as soon as the boy had entered the barn he stepped out. Together with a thin and gangly pig.
The child had been lucky. But then again, Vaughn tilted his head and watched the kid walking with the staff as help, animals did seem to like him a lot.
Still wobbling, even more so than before, the boy quickly reached him herding the pig in front of him. "Do you think you can walk a bit, Wyatt? We should leave this farm."
Nodding they started to slowly walk away from the farm together with the pig. It took a really long time for them but they reached the a small river at the edge of a forest just before the sun started getting up. "Here, I’m sorry but you’ll have to kill the pig and and eat it."
The boy would most likely throw a big fit. Living on the streets he had probably never had to kill and eat an animal himself before. Vaughn tried to come up with some good arguments he could use to make the kid do it. He wasn’t really sure what to say. He himself had only killed animals for sport. He had never slaughtered an animal but he had seen it done when he had visited a farm with his father.
So he got a bit shell shocked when the child patted the pig gently, mumbled something and then promptly whacked the pig hard over the head with the staff. The boy then proceeded to slaughter it. Like it was something he did every day. It made Vaughn’s stomach turn a little. Maybe the child wasn’t as innocent as he looked?
Wyatt didn’t even seem to have any problems starting a fire and he had thought he would have a really hard time with having to explain how to use the flint and tinder.
Shivering Vaughn chewed some more grass and watched the kid preparing food to eat.
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