“Her name’s Margaret,” Sandra said as she headed off to her cabin. She didn’t look to see if he was following. “She’s a healer. She won’t be in tonight but you still shouldn’t stick around long.”
She ducked under a branch. “All I have for dinner is grouse.”
She shook her head. “Damn Owen making me go soft,” she muttered under her breath.
Kaysen nodded at the information, and ignored the muttering trail the girl left off at the end.
"Grouse is fine," he said, petting Sandra's dog as they went, "Where's that friend of yours?"
Sandra tensed. “What friend?” she asked cautiously.
"The one from earlier," Kaysen scrunched his brow together at her sudden forgetfulness, "By your shed. S…" –he almost said the boy's name– "You were talking with him before you chased after me."
“How did you know that? Where I saw you wasn’t near the-” She whirled around. “Have you been spying on me?”
Kaysen stumbled back, his hands raised.
"No!" he responded quickly, "I was on the edge of the forest, wasn't I? Look– i was on my way to find a town of some sort when i saw you talking with someone and then you chased me. Is that so hard to believe?"
Sandra took a breath to argue, but groaned and held back. “ he’s a swordsman,” she said an answer to a question. “I found some thing I was hoping he could tell me about, but it went missing before I could ask him.”
Kaysen lowered his eyebrows.
"What did you find?" he asked, before adding quickly, "If you don't mind me asking…"
Sandra looked at him. “A sword. Duh. If my friend is a swordsman, I’m not gonna ask him about a dress, am I?”
She paused. “Did- did you lose a sword since coming here?”
Kaysen chuckled at the obvious statement.
"Right," he put his hands in his pockets. An idea came to him and he decided to play along, "Uh, actually yeah. Black with kinda teal lines running through it. Got a weird handle. You know it?"
(kaysen being a mischievous turd xD)
(Love it- Sandra’s just a turd……. Don’t tell my co-author I said that)
“That’s the one-“ Sandra paused. “You- you didn’t take it back, did you? I mean I just found it.”
Kaysen nodded, "I did. I slept in a tree last night and when I woke up it was gone. I looked everywhere for it, but couldn't find it anywhere." He shrugged, "I wish I had it, it was kind of important to me."
Sandra regarded him warily. “I called to see if anyone was around when I found it. No one replied, so I took it home. I left it in my shed. You didn’t take it?”
"Well, when I first appeared here, I was separated from the sword." Kaysen explained, still playing the pretend game, "And I thought I heard barking, but it was a long way away. Well, I wandered my way over here and I saw you take the sword into the shed. That's when I lost it again."
Sandra groaned. “But you didn’t break into my shed, correct?”
Kaysen glanced sharply at her before looking at the ground, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
"Um, yeah I did…" he grinned nervously, "Sorry."
She stopped at the door to her cabin. “Try anything like that again, and I’ll shoot you,” she said without turning around. “We’re here.”
She led Kaysen inside and put a pot of water on the small stove in the kitchen area.
(is there something in the house Kaysen can pick up? Like an object of importance that leads her to tell a brief story of her past?)
(Maybe…. Oh geez uh… Oh she has like a cool turquoise rock from her friend)
(pErFeCt)
Kaysen looked around the quaint house, nodding his head slightly. He ignored her threat at shooting him in the face; he was used to it.
"Nice place you got here." He said. He walked over to the mantle above the small fireplace and picked up a rock there wasn't anything special about the shape, and the size was average. The color, however, was a deep turquoise, ironically matching his eyes.
Sandra glanced over her shoulder. “That shouldn’t be out here.” Her callous mood slipped slightly, and she sighed. She set down her spoon and walked over. “I’ll uh… I’ll put that back. I must have left it out here the other day, it goes in my room.”
(can I describe her house? I don't want to get it wrong P_P)