[PRP] Walking Sticks (Caiden & Mahmud)

[Micillia]

 

[Micillia]

Caiden was out in the sandy desert outside Chittentown. It was his second day out there. CamoDad was trying to teach his child the art of hiding in the sand, and with Caiden's favorite game; hide and seek. It was Caiden's turn to seek, he was sitting next to his travel pack, hands over his eyes. "Nine hundred ninety eight.... Nine hundred ninety nine.... ONE THOUSAND!" The brownblood yelled, happy to have finally reached the goal number. now the game could actually start. Caiden got up, and looked around. This would be hard. CamoDad could change color. Sometimes one round of hide and seek could last hours, sometimes CamoDad had to show himself so they could get home before daylight. Caiden was not one to get down about the daunting goal of finding one color changing chameleon in the huge unending desert. Nope, this kid had confidence.

Caiden walked around for a few hours, all he had found were two sticks. Of course he picked them up. Who knows what one could do with a handy stick in hand. Maybe he could take them home and carve them, or paint them, or make flags! Eventually he came upon not the lusus he was looking for, but even more sticks. It looked like it was almost a nest of them! The Child stared up in wonder at the massive amount of handy-dandy sticks, his mind racing with all the things he could do with them all! Caiden picked up one from the pile, inspecting it. "Ill name you Tim." he told his new best friend, and pulled out some cloth and colors. Tim was going to be a flag, a beautiful one. Now to name all these new friends and turn them all into beautiful flags.

Maybe this is why the hide and seek games often take so long.

Skyli Peep

I FINALLY GOT ON IT! Tell me if u want anything changed or w/e smile

 

[penemueIntuition]

... Tim?

Under normal circumstances, a visit from another troll to his hive (or at the very least, close proximity of his hive) would be cause for high amounts of alarm. Mahmud's home was his temple, his precious sanctuary where he and his Ommy could just be themselves and not have to worry. Now, yet again, another troll has stumbled upon it. Having so many visit his hive was, or at the very least, should be cause for distress...

But as Mahmud watched Caiden play with his construction pile, he began to feel far less worried. Any guy who would come over to another troll's house, and their first reaction was to check out the stick pile either had to be rather thick, or rather brilliant.

From atop his roof top slash second floor in construction, the young boy watched his intruder play along with the stick... erm, Tim. Tim? Really? What kind of name was Tim? Maybe this was an elaborate ruse?

He could have gone on with the possibilities forever... until bright colors and cloth came out of Caiden's bag. Now he wasn't a bird-lady like Harpommy was, but that wasn't to say certain things didn't rub off on him... like an attraction to pretty, colorful objects. There had to be something he could give as trade, other than his sticks right?

Quietly he scurried back onto his roof, out of sight, to dig around for something else that could be just as interesting... aha! Although the tarp was not nearly as bright as Caiden's cloths, Mahmud's green-grey tarp could make material for a good flag. Besides, he had plenty!

With a great amount of gingerness Mahmud let the tarp float off the top of his roof and nearby Caiden, careful to keep poking his eyes over the edge and watch what he did. Cloth for cloth, that was a fair trade right? "... "

Micillia

SO SORRY IF HE'S BORING he's just like... PRETTY SHINY THINGS??? PRETTY THINGS???

 

[Micillia]

Caiden had his arms full of sticks, but went back to Tim to start a pile of them. If CamoDad asked he could always say he was working on making a shelter. Yeah, that excuse would work. Caiden finally got back to Tim and noticed the missing cloth. The sticks in Caiden's arms went tumbling down. "TIM! WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?!" The brownblood shrieked in sorrow. Tim had been defaced. Caiden turned in a circle quickly, looking for clues, anything really to give him a hint. Then the brownblood spotted the tarp. He dashed to it and grabbed it. "They've left a clue. Dont worry Tim, ill fallow it and find what i can."

Caiden stood tall as a small kid could, being determined meant striking a determined pose, and strode towards the big, almost structure-like pile of sticks. There had to be clues somewhere. The brownblood knocked polity. Even if he was determined, that was no excuse for rudeness. "Is anyone home?"

Skyli Peep