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 Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 11:02 am
 Acorn had been plodding through the muck of the swamp, unhappy for not being able to find the two Kimeti she had first met. In fact, she hadn't seen anybody in what felt like forever. Right now even Shadowstalk would be a welcome sight. With her mind so full of loneliness and thoughts of friends, even enemies, Acorn doesn't see the small body until she is almost on top of it. Pulling to a stop, it's a very good thing Acorn was just walking, she looks at it. A Kimeti, very young by the looks of it. But he, or she, is so tiny. Are all Kimeti young this small? Or is this one like me, smaller then usual? Acorn asks herself.
Putting those thoughts aside, Acorn crouches down beside the youngling. "Hello there. Are you lost?" She has no idea how Kimeti rear their young, but in her Tribe none so young are left alone for long.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 6:48 pm
 Until that moment, Middle Ground had never spoken. She simply hadn’t needed to. There was no-one around to speak to, save perhaps for her tortoise companion, and they understood one another well enough without words. There was also little to speak of. The tiny kimeti ate and slept and didn’t do anything else, until today.
Middle Ground raised her head, but did not yet open her eyes. She was curled on the ground next to the grey lump of Slow Down’s shell. “I am not lost,” she responded. Her voice was very high-pitched and a bit tremulous with the effort of her first words. “Though I could not tell you where I am. I do not think that is the same as being lost.” She opened her eyes. They were dark, and seemed to throw out shadow in the way most kimeti’s eyes threw out light. “For to be lost you must have gone somewhere, first. I think that is how it works.”
Then she turned her full attention to Acorn, raising her gaze. Her head was still somewhat too large for her thin neck. “Oh, you are very tall!” She piped. This was perhaps not something Acorn was used to hearing, but it was appropriate, given the situation. Slow Down only now extended her neck to investigate the commotion going on above, craning her neck to regard the kiokote with beady eyes.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:29 pm
Acorn nods, wondering at the wisdom of one so young. "Where is your family? Your tribe?" She asks, then blushes, remembering she hasn't introduced herself. "My name is Acorn." There is hope in her voice, she very much wants to know the youngling's name. But she does not ask.
Movement catches her eye and Acorn jumps back at seeing the turtle. "What is that?" She blurts. Never having seen such a large turtle her mind simply does not register it as such.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 5:12 pm
Middle Ground blinked slowly and followed the path of Acorn's gaze. Her eyes came to rest on Slow Down's gray shell. "Oh! I have no idea." She returned her gaze to the kiokote. "But she has been here since I've been here, which," she added helpfully, "is as long as I can remember."
Slow Down continued to regard Acorn with her customary blank, inscrutable expression. Very slowly, she blinked. Otherwise, she did not move.
The young kimeti yawned, abruptly. "Hello Acorn. I am Middle Ground." The tilted her head, making no move to stand. "I don't... know what you mean by tribe. Ah, my family is... somewhere. There are more like me. I know that. I don't really know how I know, but I do. It was in my dream." A pause--her tiny ears flattened back in embarrassment. "I don't think I'm making much sense. I'm sorry, only this is the first time I've ever spoken to someone. I am not yet much good at it."
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 10:37 pm
Acorn smiles, settling down near the young one. "You make plenty of sense. A tribe is a large family group." She frowns, knowing this isn't exactly true. "Not all in it are blood related, but they all treat each other as family."
Acorn studies Middle Ground, noting her smallness. Not that Acorn is an expert on Kimeti younglings, but surely this one is smaller then Kiokote young. "If you would like, I'll help you look for your family. Your so young to be alone.. well, not really, you do have your pet. But still its not the same."
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 8:32 pm
"If you like, I suppose we could," she replied, "though I am not at all troubled by being alone. It never occurred to me that it should be odd." She blinked again, and, lowering her head, finally made the effort to stand, pulling her stick-thin legs out from underneath her and slowly raising herself on them. She stumbled slightly to the side, but did not fall.
"I will need to work on that, as well," she went on gravely, "I have not yet walked very far." Then she looked up to Acorn. "Have you?" Without waiting for the Kiokote to reply, she leaned forward a little, half-lidding her eyes and sniffing. "You carry the wind in your fur."
It was an odd thing for anyone to say, youngster or no.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 8:46 pm
Again the youngster makes her think, not once but twice. "Maybe not odd, for Kimeti. I haven't been here long enough to know Kimeti ways in regards to children. But it is unusual for Kiokote young to be alone." Acorn smiles at Middle Ground, this age is one of her favorites to watch. Seeing a youngling learning to walk, they are so adorable about it. "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it. I've come a long way, from the plains. A long way past the boundary of the swamp." Acorn ponders this last statement, she hadn't taken much thought in her own scents. "I must smell like all the places I've been."
Acorn stands and nods at the turtle. "Will he follow?" She hopes so, leaving a pet behind is a sad thing. Even if it's to find family.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 9:07 am
"Oh," was the young kimeti's simple reply. How strange, but fascinating to think that one could gather scents around them like the swamp floor gathered leaves and twigs. Maybe someday she, too, would carry the scent of the wind in her fur. "You must have seen very many things, then!"
At this, she took a single slow step forward. Her tortoise slowly rose and took one deliberate, plodding step as well. Acorn's question seemed to puzzle Middle Ground, and she looked over her shoulder, still swaying slightly on her stick-thin legs, to gauge Slow Down's progress. "Yes; she is already following us now. See?" Another tentative step, another trudge forward from the tortoise.
Clearly, they were going to be moving very slowly today.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 5:09 pm
Acorn has to think hard to keep the scowl from her face, slow indeed. Well, she should have considered this before offering to help. And anyway, slow wasn't bad. She'd be able to take in much more of the swamp. "Oh good, she will follow." Acorn says, a smile now on her face. Keeping her pace slow, and looking back every few steps, she sets off.
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