Never fails...
Better not be a salesman...
Better not be a salesman...
Knok, knok, knok.
The sound echoed through the small abode, easily catching the attention of the tall white haired woman in the small kitchen as she stared listlessly into the pot of water on the stove. She had been waiting for the water to boil, ignoring all of the pithy adages about how you shouldn’t watch a pot of water boil. After all it isn’t like she had anything better to do, except for maybe answer the door.
Knok, knok, knok.
The sound came through the house again causing the woman to twitch an eyebrow in annoyance. Apparently the individual wasn’t content in believing that perhaps she just wasn’t in at the moment that. Damned stubborn people, whoever they are, the woman thought with a small sigh watching as the first few bubbles came up to the surface of the water followed by more bubbles signifying that the boiling point had just now been reached. She tore open the box of pasta she had intended to put in the boiling water and finally started for the door.
Knok. Knok. Knok. BAM.
“I’m comin’! Damn it, don’t be so impatient.” She grumbled rolling up the sleeves of her sweatshirt while looking rather displeased at the display of violence toward her door. Whoever it is was on the path to a beating as soon as she got a hold of them. Finally her fingertips grasped the door knob which was twisted and finally the door flew open, “What the hell d’ya wa—” She stopped mid-snarl staring after a retreating shadowy figure. She moved forward to chase after it but there was a small cry of dismay as she nearly stepped upon a basket in which a small child laid.
“What insanity is this?!” The woman sighed, now frustrated, glancing after the path the shadow had taken sniffing at the air and attempting to sense the spiritual energy that should have been left behind by who ever left this child here but found nothing.
“Odd.” She said softly disconcerted. The tall woman leaned over the basket, pulling down the blankets that covered the child to only discover it wearing more layer of clothing beneath that. “Geeze, whoever dressed you had no sense at all.” The woman commented idly reaching down to grasp the carrying basket in her hands and to carry it in.
She had no other choice but to take the child in for it had obviously been abandoned. As she moved to set the basket down on the couch after bringing it in a note came away, stuck to her hand.
‘Name Me.’
The woman rolled her icy-blue eyes in annoyance. Abandoned and seemingly unnamed? What kind of place was this? She stared down at the child again letting out a small grunt, “Gonna call you Mana. You don’t like it ... Too bad. My name is Riulve. Call me whatever the hell you want, pup. Though, I guess you can’t talk yet so it doesn’t matter.”
The child, now named Mana, had done nothing but stare at the odd woman as she spoke to him, the boy’s large blue eyes perplexed and yet trusting and somehow adoring as well, for after all, the tall woman had taken him in.
“Ri’lve.” Mana said softly, almost unheard.
Riulve was about to commend the boy on a job well done when she smelt smoke, “s**t, my dinner,” she said hurriedly as she stood and shot off toward the kitchen leaving the boy in his basket and looking very confused.
After a brief moment Mana made his own way out of the basket and onto the couch where he curled up and decided to nap, suddenly very tired...
The sound echoed through the small abode, easily catching the attention of the tall white haired woman in the small kitchen as she stared listlessly into the pot of water on the stove. She had been waiting for the water to boil, ignoring all of the pithy adages about how you shouldn’t watch a pot of water boil. After all it isn’t like she had anything better to do, except for maybe answer the door.
Knok, knok, knok.
The sound came through the house again causing the woman to twitch an eyebrow in annoyance. Apparently the individual wasn’t content in believing that perhaps she just wasn’t in at the moment that. Damned stubborn people, whoever they are, the woman thought with a small sigh watching as the first few bubbles came up to the surface of the water followed by more bubbles signifying that the boiling point had just now been reached. She tore open the box of pasta she had intended to put in the boiling water and finally started for the door.
Knok. Knok. Knok. BAM.
“I’m comin’! Damn it, don’t be so impatient.” She grumbled rolling up the sleeves of her sweatshirt while looking rather displeased at the display of violence toward her door. Whoever it is was on the path to a beating as soon as she got a hold of them. Finally her fingertips grasped the door knob which was twisted and finally the door flew open, “What the hell d’ya wa—” She stopped mid-snarl staring after a retreating shadowy figure. She moved forward to chase after it but there was a small cry of dismay as she nearly stepped upon a basket in which a small child laid.
“What insanity is this?!” The woman sighed, now frustrated, glancing after the path the shadow had taken sniffing at the air and attempting to sense the spiritual energy that should have been left behind by who ever left this child here but found nothing.
“Odd.” She said softly disconcerted. The tall woman leaned over the basket, pulling down the blankets that covered the child to only discover it wearing more layer of clothing beneath that. “Geeze, whoever dressed you had no sense at all.” The woman commented idly reaching down to grasp the carrying basket in her hands and to carry it in.
She had no other choice but to take the child in for it had obviously been abandoned. As she moved to set the basket down on the couch after bringing it in a note came away, stuck to her hand.
‘Name Me.’
The woman rolled her icy-blue eyes in annoyance. Abandoned and seemingly unnamed? What kind of place was this? She stared down at the child again letting out a small grunt, “Gonna call you Mana. You don’t like it ... Too bad. My name is Riulve. Call me whatever the hell you want, pup. Though, I guess you can’t talk yet so it doesn’t matter.”
The child, now named Mana, had done nothing but stare at the odd woman as she spoke to him, the boy’s large blue eyes perplexed and yet trusting and somehow adoring as well, for after all, the tall woman had taken him in.
“Ri’lve.” Mana said softly, almost unheard.
Riulve was about to commend the boy on a job well done when she smelt smoke, “s**t, my dinner,” she said hurriedly as she stood and shot off toward the kitchen leaving the boy in his basket and looking very confused.
After a brief moment Mana made his own way out of the basket and onto the couch where he curled up and decided to nap, suddenly very tired...
