Post by .magnarock. on May 15, 2008 18:32:14 GMT
He blinked, edging towards to where his cloak and wand lay jumbled.
"She died a long time ago. That's all I know."
A small child looked down between his legs to where a chunky caterpillar was crawling. He picked up a leafless stick and placed it gently in front of it to make a bridge into the air.
"Moochi, moochi, moochi." He murmered, coaxing the small green squirmer with his mind.
It probed tentatively with wriggling feelers for a second before alighting onto the new plant, this sent a soft giggle of joy through the child and he twisted onto his knees to take the caterpillar into the air so it couldn’t escape. It quickly squirmed onto the stick to avoid falling and poked its head out on either side to try and orientate itself.
A broad grin spread itself over his face as the caterpillar wriggled gently. The man who had been watching the edge of the forest they were in looked down and then crouched to talk to him. “What a lovely caterpillar you have there child.”
“Caplla.”
He laughed softly and spoke to no one in particular. “No, there are more consonants in caterpillar than that.”
“Cosnants cosnastn.” The child frowned at the new tongue twister but changed the subject after a bit of thought.. “Do como you liom an áit mi capper-till-pill-caplla?”
As usual, the man smiled and pondered for a moment, translating what each of the languages together meant. It was no wonder the boy didn’t speak much. “ναι. Yes, I do. You need to be quiet now, I sense they are arriving.”
The child nodded as two older children ran into the thick branches.
“Get in!” Jack told Emadici. Covered by the darkness of the trees, they made their way to the cliff; hoping that they hadn’t been seen.
Jack turned around. “You ready?” he asked, grinning.
“No, I’m not ready (!) Of course I’m ready!!! Let’s go! Expelliarmus!”
“Protego!” The spell bounced off his shield, and hit the floor, sizzling the grass.
“Linginovi.” Jack said.
The younger child tired of watching the caterpillar remain stationary and levitated it to make it squirm a bit more. He giggled as it writhed in the air and made it fly, humming a little tune quietly to himself. The man tapped him gently on the shoulder and the caterpillar fell to the floor as he jumped slightly. “Oh. Byebyedios Caplla.”
“Hmm, they have become green again it would seem.” The man sighed and the little boy playfully covered his vivid green eyes with two small hands.
“Be still a moment.” He reached out and removed the hands before gently touching each eyelid. When the boy next opened his eyes they were deep and dark.
“Théos would be most displeased if he had seen you with those.”
“Ta tata, isjhmggle.” He mumbled something incomprehensible to most and the man laughed.
“Yes. Smelly Théos indeed.”
“Wan play mî? Wi, th’wands?”
“You can play from here. Look. See that one? The girl.”
“Mm.”
“She wants to go fly.” He whispered, his voice sounding sinister.
“Yayfly.”
The child pushed himself up onto his feet and wobbled for a moment.
“Those adoptive parents are not feeding you enough child, and still have yet to notice your absence. I do not think they are suitable.” He murmured whilst the child walked over to the edge of the forest, still remaining hidden. He pulled back his arms and let his tiny wrists rotate slightly. Then they suddenly pushed forwards and up. Nothing happened for a moment. The child made a small noise. “Uh.” And pushed again. A jolt of air sped invisibly and then the girl was gone from the top of the cliff.
Then they were at the bottom. A red warmness was oozing on the rocks. They looked interesting and he wanted to play with them, they would be better flyers than the girl. The man was speaking to him.
“Yes. Tomorrow isn’t the best of days- is it, no, that’s right, it’s not.” He said, the last part addressed to the small child, mocking the way a parent might speak to their baby, the child attempted to hold the finger that was gently poking his nose.
“You wouldn’t think he was six would you? Very small for his age. Intelligent though. What you might call the muse for your death.”
“He, k-killed- me?” She gasped through the pain of talking, death was looming closer for her, she could feel it in her soul.
“Can you honestly believe that?” He said, setting the child down on the rocks next to her, it looked across at her. At last, the rocks would be his, but first. The girl was sending something to him. She wanted him to stay with her for a moment. She was dying.
"She died a long time ago. That's all I know."
A small child looked down between his legs to where a chunky caterpillar was crawling. He picked up a leafless stick and placed it gently in front of it to make a bridge into the air.
"Moochi, moochi, moochi." He murmered, coaxing the small green squirmer with his mind.
It probed tentatively with wriggling feelers for a second before alighting onto the new plant, this sent a soft giggle of joy through the child and he twisted onto his knees to take the caterpillar into the air so it couldn’t escape. It quickly squirmed onto the stick to avoid falling and poked its head out on either side to try and orientate itself.
A broad grin spread itself over his face as the caterpillar wriggled gently. The man who had been watching the edge of the forest they were in looked down and then crouched to talk to him. “What a lovely caterpillar you have there child.”
“Caplla.”
He laughed softly and spoke to no one in particular. “No, there are more consonants in caterpillar than that.”
“Cosnants cosnastn.” The child frowned at the new tongue twister but changed the subject after a bit of thought.. “Do como you liom an áit mi capper-till-pill-caplla?”
As usual, the man smiled and pondered for a moment, translating what each of the languages together meant. It was no wonder the boy didn’t speak much. “ναι. Yes, I do. You need to be quiet now, I sense they are arriving.”
The child nodded as two older children ran into the thick branches.
“Get in!” Jack told Emadici. Covered by the darkness of the trees, they made their way to the cliff; hoping that they hadn’t been seen.
Jack turned around. “You ready?” he asked, grinning.
“No, I’m not ready (!) Of course I’m ready!!! Let’s go! Expelliarmus!”
“Protego!” The spell bounced off his shield, and hit the floor, sizzling the grass.
“Linginovi.” Jack said.
The younger child tired of watching the caterpillar remain stationary and levitated it to make it squirm a bit more. He giggled as it writhed in the air and made it fly, humming a little tune quietly to himself. The man tapped him gently on the shoulder and the caterpillar fell to the floor as he jumped slightly. “Oh. Byebyedios Caplla.”
“Hmm, they have become green again it would seem.” The man sighed and the little boy playfully covered his vivid green eyes with two small hands.
“Be still a moment.” He reached out and removed the hands before gently touching each eyelid. When the boy next opened his eyes they were deep and dark.
“Théos would be most displeased if he had seen you with those.”
“Ta tata, isjhmggle.” He mumbled something incomprehensible to most and the man laughed.
“Yes. Smelly Théos indeed.”
“Wan play mî? Wi, th’wands?”
“You can play from here. Look. See that one? The girl.”
“Mm.”
“She wants to go fly.” He whispered, his voice sounding sinister.
“Yayfly.”
The child pushed himself up onto his feet and wobbled for a moment.
“Those adoptive parents are not feeding you enough child, and still have yet to notice your absence. I do not think they are suitable.” He murmured whilst the child walked over to the edge of the forest, still remaining hidden. He pulled back his arms and let his tiny wrists rotate slightly. Then they suddenly pushed forwards and up. Nothing happened for a moment. The child made a small noise. “Uh.” And pushed again. A jolt of air sped invisibly and then the girl was gone from the top of the cliff.
Then they were at the bottom. A red warmness was oozing on the rocks. They looked interesting and he wanted to play with them, they would be better flyers than the girl. The man was speaking to him.
“Yes. Tomorrow isn’t the best of days- is it, no, that’s right, it’s not.” He said, the last part addressed to the small child, mocking the way a parent might speak to their baby, the child attempted to hold the finger that was gently poking his nose.
“You wouldn’t think he was six would you? Very small for his age. Intelligent though. What you might call the muse for your death.”
“He, k-killed- me?” She gasped through the pain of talking, death was looming closer for her, she could feel it in her soul.
“Can you honestly believe that?” He said, setting the child down on the rocks next to her, it looked across at her. At last, the rocks would be his, but first. The girl was sending something to him. She wanted him to stay with her for a moment. She was dying.