"No they're not dangerous, in fact, they're the least dangerous." Honor smiled at the little girl before tapping Oscar's shoulder to try to break their eye contact, "We'll get a book that can explain it better when we visit the library if you want."
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"Okay…" Oscar watched the girl stumble off after her parents, relaxing slightly. "So….humans grow? Does that mean that I grow too? Or am I all done growing?"
She nodded in response to the first question and watched her follow after her parents before turning back to Oscar, "Yes, humans grow, and yes it would mean you would grow..at least I think. I think you're done growing though, you seem like you're done growing at least."
"Huh. I didn't know humans changed size–there's another one!" All his attention went to a young boy boredly kicking a display stand several feet away. Oscar watched with fascination, and his eyes began to darken slightly, like they had on the way to the store. "It's bored……and angry. It wants to go look at the toys in the store. It wants the food in the store too. It wants so many things." He pulled back and blinked. "Its mind is different…..it's simpler than the bigger humans. I don't trust it at all, it would probably attack me if I made it mad."
Honor followed Oscar's eyes to the little boy and smiled lightly before glancing back at him. She seemed startled to see his dark eyes again and watched to see if anyone around them noticed as he talked. "Oscar…you did the eye thing again," She said, fiddling with the box in her hands and shaking her head, "You can't keep doing that, otherwise you'll get caught. And no, he wouldn't attack you, kids are harmless at that age, the most they could do is bug you."
Oscar blinked a few times, quickly looking away from the little boy. "Still think they're weird," he muttered. "Were you a kid once? Do you remember what it was like?"
"Didn't say they're not weird," She replied, noddinging and smiling when he asked if she had been a kid, "Yeah, I used to be a kid, and it was really fun. I wish I could go back to being a kid sometimes."
"Really?" Oscar asked dubiously. "What was so fun about it? Seems like you're too small and weak to do anything by yourself."
Honor shrugged, "I don't really know how to explain it, but when I was a kid, I didn't have to worry about a lot of things and even though I was small and not as strong, I still could run around and have fun."
"Oh….huh." Oscar was still puzzled. "Why didn't you have to worry about anything? Didn't you still have to find food and worry about getting hurt and stuff like that?"
"Your parents take care of food and help you when you get hurt, you're taken care of while you grow and you get to explore and have fun with friends." She looked over at him before back around at the stores in the mall, trying to decide where to go first while explaining to him.
"Ohhhh. Is that what parents do? I wasn't really understanding that." Oscar set his mind to the concept with interest. "But how do you get parents? Do you have to find them and convince them to take care of you?"
Honor stood up once again and motioned for him to come with her as she talked, "Yes, parents take care of you and protect you when you're young. Your parents are the usually the people that actually created you and you're their biological child, though there are exceptions."
Oscar followed her, opening his mouth to ask how parents created people. But then he remembered some relevant definitions he'd read in the dictionary and decided to swerve away from that topic for now. "We're still going to meet your parents today, right?"
She nodded, leading him to a store that sold clothing, "Yeah, I'll have to call them and make sure they're not busy, but we should be able to see them. If they're not home then we'll just stop by and see the animals." Honor didn't really know if he was going to follow her as she went over to the womens clothing and started looking around.
Oscar obediently stayed right on her heels, nodding. "Okay. I hope I can see them and the animals. Does your farm have any dragons?"
"No, dragons aren't real," She said with a small laugh, looking around at clothes she liked and trying to decide if she wanted to get anything, "You'll most likely get to meet both them and the animals.""
"Wait….dragons aren't real?" Oscar frowned in confusion and disappointment. "But….they were in the book I was reading…."
"No, they're made up, some books are not things that are real, they're made up stories," She tried to explain without ruining the thrill of reading a fiction book, "They're in books and pictures and a lot of other things though."
Oscar's frown turned to a scowl. "Well that's stupid. Why would you put something in a book if it isn't real? That's just like lying." He jammed his hands into his pockets sulkily. "Are you sure dragons don't exist?"
"It's not lying, they just thought it up and put it into a book so people can use their imagination and have fun while reading." She picked up a nice sweatshirt and looked at it, deciding in her head if she wanted to buy it, "And as far as I know, dragons don't exist. The only way they could is if people haven't seen them yet."
"Hm." Oscar's mind raced, and after a moment he brightened again. "So what you're saying is….nobody can prove that they exist…..but nobody can prove that they don't exist either. So they might actually be real! Right?" He grinned, looking quite pleased with himself.
(gotta go for a walk, seeya later)
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Honor laughed and shrugged, "I guess you could say that, I'm just on the side of them probably not existing. It doesn't seem like they would not be found in the thousands of years humans have been around." She eventually decided to put the sweatshirt back and soon had moved on, looking through other clothes and holding Oscar's box with his old shoes inside.
"Well, I'm on the side of them existing," Oscar decided belligerently, lowering his voice as some shoppers went by. "Um….there are people staring at me over there…..in the place that's selling food."