“Inge..”
“What Oxiin?”
“Let go of my hand... I’m not a baby.”
There was a sigh from the parent and a disgruntled huff from the child as the elder of the two did not oblige to the boy’s demand. Too long had he remained lax and the rust dustling had walked all over him, doing his own thing and throwing rules to the wayside. Thus the only route the young human could take was to enforce a 24 hour watch on the child, even if that meant that the civil relationship between them suffered because of it. Oxiin would remain relatively safe and out of harm’s way with his stewarding him and that was all that mattered for now!
The dustling thought it was ridiculous. Having to be babied like this was embarrassing! He had never been a particularly sociable character in the first place, conceding in the past to walk alongside his guardian to sate Inge’s desire to oversee his actions but this blatant mummying just infuriated him and his captured hand squeezed angrily at its leathery captor. “I hate you.” He hissed, narrowing his gaze into a glare and scowling at other denizens of Aimes, spelling out to the world that he wasn’t happy with this situation.
The ugly black rage pulsing through his veins was fabricating reasons for his father’s parading of him round the town – he had said that it was because he has lost trust in Oxiin and needed to exert a better control over him, but Oxiin’s angry mind said differently. The mean older male was doing this out of spite.
Aimes Circle was especially busy at this time of day and Oxiin’s displeasure was reaching a summit. There was a high chance of a fellow dust seeing him here and he was scouring the faces in the crowd in case a recognisable figure presented themselves, in which case he would try his hardest to yank himself away and escape... As if sensing this plan to make a break Inge’s grip tightened and in response Oxiin’s expression formed a glower so dark that clouds were practically brewing above his head.
Today was set to be a bad experience.
Reply
