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 Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 1:17 am
Daskri Mal sat patiently, an uncharacteristic frown on his small face as he tossed one pebble after another into the seemingly deep pond, watching the little ripples made by the rock echo off across the surface of the water. Creating what was to the twilif the most interesting of patterns, well at least it was something to focus on for the moment. His own thoughts had been brooding as of late and he was becoming sick of finding himself alone, constantly wandering back to the woods instead of out into the fields he was so accustomed too.
The little twilif eventually running out of reachable pebbles to toss, flopping back with a great dramatic sigh and settling himself to just play with the end of his braid. Talking quietly to himself, hardly caring if anyone were there to hear or not, after all he was a tad bit eccentric, he could talk to himself if he wanted too!
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 6:33 pm
 As always, he found himself wandering the woods alone. He didn't mind it; after all, the trees provided enough company, and the forest creatures alone could drive him crazy if he gave them the chance. Really, he brought his loneliness on himself, because he preferred it more often than not.
Thankful for the wonderful weather, Kliment kept his head tilted upward, to admire the way the light broke through the foliage, creating speckles on the forest floor. Although he was a night owl by nature, he didn't mind venturing out during the day if it meant a quiet walk alone.
That notion was dropped when he saw the pond in the distance.
A body was lying next to it, and, being too far to hear, he could only assume the Twilif was dead. His features twisting in disgust, he began to creep upon the figure, wondering if it really was dead, or simply asleep. Once he was close enough to hear the familiar voice babbling to himself, he knew the answer.
"Daskri Mal," he demanded, arms crossed and brow bent to hide his fleeting concern. "To run into you twice in two days... what a coincidence. Now, what are you doing lying around, making people think you're dead?"
He couldn't help but look a bit flustered, embarrassed at his own concern for some "random Twilif". Even then, while he was relieved to find he wasn't dead, he was a bit annoyed, as well. Now he looked a fool. Sighing, he shook his head and plopped down next to his old acquaintance, staring down at him through half-lidded eyes.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 6:51 pm
Half lidded blue green eyes tilted back in slight surprise, daskri tilting his head to the side to eye the twilif that spoke to him..Kliment, really? It had to be his imagination, the fact that the dark quiet male would run across him for once, let alone speak to him. It had to be his imagination! Or a very chatty mirage. "Uhn, twice in two days, I'd say its fate! Turned around on us of course..normally its me running into you..." groaning softly as he pushed himself up onto his elbows.
"Actually...normally its me starting the conversation as well..Your not a mirage are you?" the twilif asked cheekily, a small sly grin gracing his features, though hardly the brilliant bright smile he usually wore. He didn't have the energy to be a little ray of sunshine today, or to paint..or....or...
Daskri shook his head sharply for a moment, braid flying out to end up wrapped around his other shoulder. The small green twilif sat up and pulled his legs beneath himself, kneeling there. "Oh no no, not trying to be dead today! Though whos to say were truly alive eh? For all you know my wise silent friend were nothing more then mere spirits with a flesh form...I've never had the opportunity to see a twilif killed, and so I cant say that one can die, and if it cant die well then it must already be in a state of death" he cut his small rant off quickly, eyeing kliment with suspicion.
Why was the other talking to him anyways? It was too odd..pfft then again the whole day had been one oddity after another.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 3:16 am
He had almost been ready to raise a brow in concern, having quickly noted the change in Daskri's usual demeanor. However, he lost the chance once his old friend began to chitter like an excited squirrel at him, and he relaxed again. Really, Daskri could take any topic and go on and on about it - and somehow, Kliment could listen, every time.
"A morbid choice of conversation, to be sure," he noted, settling back on his palms and looking surprisingly at ease. With all the talking Daskri did, it would have seemed that Kliment would have been pushed away; yet, he felt a bit comforted by the fact that his friend didn't expect much of him, and was happy to provide most of the talking.
The corner of his mouth lifted in an amused smirk at the look he got. Tone questioning, he asked, "What?" grinning and shaking his head. "Daskri Mal, I feel as if you're suspicious of me. Did I do something wrong by approaching you?" He snorted a breath. "A mirage... I wonder who could do such a thing. That mist boy, perhaps, although I do not know him well enough to begin to surmise his abilities..."
Blinking, Kliment reached a hand back to scratch his neck, letting a soft chuckle out. "Now I'm the one who won't stop talking. I think you're infectious, Daskri."
A pause. He looked at him, expression growing a bit more serious. "How have you been?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:17 am
"Not overly morbid though! No pleasantly morbid I think..Heh I'm sorry for ah, for not believing that it was you. Your just, well not that your uncaring or unfriendly its just very rare that your the one to initiate things, I suppose I'm so used to it being me who starts the conversation that it sort of shocked me...." daskri smiled sheepishly, in fact he was still quite surprised by this fact, still a bit unsure of kliment. He knew his friend was kind, but he'd never seen him worry. Or maybe he just didn't want dead twilif bodies littering their beautiful pond?
His small smile widened at the mention of noel, yes the little mist boy would be something to pull a trick like that if he were in fact around today at all. "Hee hee, at least I'm the good kind of infectious, for if I were a disease I'd be rather annoying..I think I'd be the common cold..very annoying.." his smile shifted suddenly, dropping away when kliment looked at him.
The little twilif bowing his head, unable to catch his friends eyes when he looked at him like that. What kind of line of questioning was that anyways, why should kliment care so much? Was he so obviously...troubled...that even others could notice. "I've been..strange" daskri pouted slightly, chewing on his lower lip while he looked back to kliment. "Do you honestly want to know? I've been changing, everything in here and in here" pointing to his heart and his head as he spoke "And I've been confused and brooding and angry...I-I've stopped painting...I've been feeling very lonely" daskri growled, his voice strained as he spoke, it was frustrating not being able to make out even his own feelings when he'd been sure he knew them so well.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 2:24 pm
His eyes widened in surprise; while he'd suspected something to be wrong, he hadn't thought things had been going that badly for Daskri. He could see the boy's doubt when he began to show concern for another's well-being - which, honestly, Kliment couldn't blame him for. He wasn't really one to show what he felt on the outside much, and although it would take a bit for his few friends to realize, he did care quite a bit. He didn't want to think of himself as 'nurturing', really, but if the shoe fit...
He listened patiently, allowing Daskri to attempt to describe what had been plaguing him. It was strange, to see the one he had always expected to be cheerful, upbeat, and loud to be so hesitant and confused. Apparently he, too, was guilty of only choosing to acknowledge one side of a person.
Although he was unsure of its affect, Kliment slipped a hand up Daskri's back in what he hoped was a comforting gesture, letting it rest on his shoulder. His brow knit in honest concern now, he tried to think of what would be alright to say. Comforting others seemed to come naturally to him, although he never fancied himself to be good at it. Some, like Cuire, only needed reassurance, to know that someone was there for them. He had no idea what it was that Daskri needed, but he would try.
"Daskri," he said quietly, looking into his face. "You said you were changing in..." He hovered a hand above Daskri's chest, then his head, for visual reference. "Here, and here? Do you mean you are beginning to think and feel differently about something? So much that it troubles you to this point..." A frown crossed his features, looking more natural than any other expression he wore.
"Loneliness, I know it well." Sitting back, Kliment let his hand slide from Daskri's shoulder, touching it upon the top of the other's head. After a moment's hesitation, he patted his hair softly. "It is terrible, isn't it? I can't help but be lonely sometimes, because few understand me. I can't make friends easily, either. But I do have a good friend," he nodded once at him, "and another, but he is busy with his lover."
He blinked once, recognition dawning on his face. "Daskri, perhaps you are lonely... in the heart? Not for friendship, but maybe you are lonely because you lack someone to share everything with?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 5:07 pm
Daskri blinked, opening and closing his mouth looking as if he wanted to speak, but was unsure of what to say. The little twilif shaking his head slowly, how could he even begin to explain it to kliment if he didn't quite understand it himself. "I...heh..I cant even begin to understand, to ah explain it, maybe it's more like I'm reverting to a previous stage then changing into something new" he wished he were changing in the sense of moving forwards, that would have been nice, that would have been fun even! But he knew these thoughts and feelings, the frustration though he'd never been able to put words to it before, and he disliked it.
Daskri froze suddenly at the touch, mentally chiding himself for being so jumpy, getting lost in his own thoughts so easily. Blue green eyes roving kliments body and his face, looking for that tell tale sign of sympathy or pity...he needed neither of those right now....and yet, he failed to find any in kliments look, only an understanding caring gaze on his dark friends face. It was very relieving, he wasn't being judged or frowned upon.
"A-a friend? You see me as your friend?" daskri said in complete surprise, he'd always thought of kliment as his friend of course, had made a point of being around him for that reason. He hadnt realized kliment viewed him in the same light, "Haa, your to kind to me kliment, I know the term nuisance quite well you know. You don't have to worry about hurting my feelings" the twilif really did see him as a friend, it was sooo hard to believe....
Daskri sighed and smiled softly, considering kliments words "Sharing...My life is an open book you know, I love sharing everything..It's why I talk to you so much, pfft not that any other soul could stand to listen! I have no need of a lover though, or whatever complications he or she may bring with them. Not that I mind carrying others baggage, I just don't think I have the strength for it right now..." daskri giggled softly, a rather hopeless sound at the moment. "No I...I want to become something more! I'm not supposed to be lonely or sad or angry, that's what my brush is for..I am not alone, because I paint even if there is no one to view it. All of my anger and sadness..all of my loneliness belongs to the brush, and because of that I am kind and gentle and happy..and without it I am lost " daskri found himself glaring at the lake, sniffling slightly as he brought his knees up to his chin.
"Do..do you honestly think there's someone else out there who could love me? As more then me, because I doubt it, not right now.... I-I wish to better myself kliment, I want to grow and be more and..and...I've hit a very steep road block.... I find myself falling back on dark things that I wish not to think of. Hah! And I'm lonely! Of all things, the way I talk I should be able to keep myself company right? Honestly this is..I'm so stupid.."
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 12:06 am
"You musn't rush personal growth." He brought his knees to his chest, chin resting on them. "You musn't force it. If you do, you will not truly 'grow', in whatever sense of the word you are describing, but rather..." He looked at Daskri, eyes thoughtful. "You will break."
His lip curled in a sneer, directed solely at himself. He buried it behind his knees. "But... what do I know? Listen to me preach to you like I know what I'm talking about. It will be quite the day when I'm considered strong enough to become one of those guardians, the ones who are looked upon more as monsters than anything. I do see what you mean; I sometimes feel as if I am moving backward by not moving forward, like I'm... doing myself a misdeed." He shrugged a shoulder. "But we're not talking about me."
Snorting lightly, Kliment closed his eyes and buried his face in his knees for a moment, resurfacing to look ahead. "Of course you're my friend. You thought otherwise? Sorry. I'm not the best at letting people know what they mean to me." He smiled slightly. "If you would remember that, it would be much easier to understand me, I think... and it would be doing me a favor." It was a strange thought, really; that he might be able to have someone who would understand him without having to have anything explained, nothing clarified, just... to know what he meant, how he felt. Perhaps it was him who wanted someone to share everything with, after all. He brushed that thought away as if it were nothing.
"Gods..." he whispered, looking in Daskri's direction, but not quite at him. "To become something more, one of the servers of the gods? Sad, isn't it? That the most we can hope to attain is that of a position of humble servitude. Becoming a... what they call, 'constellation', it seems glamorous, but with it also comes great responsibility, to ourselves and others. I suppose nothing in life is free, though."
When he realized what he was doing, he flinched visibly, lowering his knees and shaking his head. He looked directly at Daskri this time, brows drawn together. "Forgive me. I say things I know nothing about. You, Daskri, you... are..."
He rubbed an eye, looking tired. Or, rather, worn out. He hadn't thought this deeply about himself, or others, in a while. Yet, he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the conversation, and the ability to exercise his mind. It was a refreshing change from talking to himself.
"You are... different, I think." He closed his eyes again. "I know those who are too open, to everybody, about all of their feelings. Their sadness, their happiness, their anger... yet you seem to bottle everything but your happiness up, only showing that side to everybody, keeping the rest inside to fret about internally. Is that healthy? No... but you've been doing it anyway. At least... I can say that, from my limited experiences with you."
Standing, he offered a hand to Daskri, an apologetic and uncharacteristic look on his face. "I do think someone will love you. I think you will find that person, and I think... that they will love you for whatever you are, strong or weak, young or old, wise or stupid. There is no shame in wishing to better yourself, and if you want to, you can." A tsk, and he looked a bit annoyed. "I will decide for myself if I think you're stupid or not, Daskri Mal. I don't think someone with as biased an opinion as yourself should be allowed to make that assessment. You will, of course, think you're stupid because you seem to enjoy beating yourself up."
After a moment, his face faded to something soft.
"Look at how much you've made me talk. There's got to be something about you, because I wouldn't waste my breath on an idiot."
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 2:19 am
Kliment, for all that he was, silent and clinical and ever observant, though he didn't speak often, he clearly didn't need to. He saw everything perfectly without ever needing to voice it, to ramble on and on about nothings or the weather. A rather selfless creature daskri found himself thinking, patient and selfless, seemingly always willing to listen and hear others complaints without ever voicing anything about himself. Was stoic the right word to use?
Daskri mal poured out his happiness in everything he did, tried to flood himself with it so that he may give it on to others, as if it were a gift. In that same sense, the way kliment said very little, expressed very little emotionally or verbally, it was also a small gift. At least it seemed like a gift in daskri's eyes, it made kliment so easy to be around. Kliment did not burden others...."You seem to know more of what your talking about then I do..heh, maybe when we get off of my self loathing we can start on yours!" daskri found himself smiling as he listened to kliment, this was probably the most the dark twilif had ever said to him, and it was all comforting. Soothing like cold water over an open wound, and it made daskri smile.
"Hah! A servant, just another term for slave, never..never ever ever...I've been down that path before my friend, and if ever a constellation I do become..If ever, then I refuse to serve anyone, but myself." he nodded sharply with a derisive sniff "Besides, I don't believe in gods or goddesses, spirits maybe...ghosts for sure..but gods?" daskri huffed, eyes riveted to kliments face. He would remember..he could do that for the sake of his friend, yes they were certainly friends he had no doubts about that now. "I'll do you that favor then, hee hee even when you don't voice it I'll remember that you truly do care. Your a softie deep down arent you kliment?"
Those bright green and blue eyes seemed to light up for a moment, taking kliments hand with a look of awe plastered on his face, a small twinge of hurt and fear marring his kind features before he wiped it away. Never before in all of his time had anyone so easily lain open his feelings, dissected them and seen through his carefully painted facade. Kliment knew him so damn well, it was almost scary..almost like the way the right hand knows the left. "Secretly then...I must be a masochist eh? Yes that's it, I'm a masochist and your the overly chipper sadist here to bring me out of my self inflicted depression, tsk should have known it'd be the quiet one..its allllwaaays the quiet ones" daskri exaggerated the word teasingly, tightening his grip on kliments hand and yanking him into a hug. Kliment would be his judge...kliment thought him not an idiot or a nuisance, thought him something worth considering, oh how rare a thing that was.
"Thank you, your far to kind to me" he beamed before letting go "I suppose..this makes me a genius right? For you to talk so much, I must have a mind equivalent to that of a gods!" daskri truly grinned, he felt better now, less alone, less hateful of himself. Though his curiosity about kliment had intensified tenfold he wasn't about to push for information. No he would let his friend be the decider of that, as pushing just tended to make him shut down. His own personal thoughts about himself still lingered in the back of his mind, caged there like a hungry rat, he could hear it skittering and clawing at its bars, but for now it was in a cage, even if it was only temporary.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 5:49 pm
That brought a small smile to his face. Self-loathing...? It was a strange thought to have, but did he hate himself? How did one truly understand something so complex as emotions, especially when directed toward oneself? It was hard enough figuring out what others meant to him; how was he supposed to know what he meant to himself? He didn't discourage the idea of talking about himself, which, admittedly, he found quite strange. Any other day, he would have stubbornly refused to disclose any sort of information regarding himself, preferring to let the other talk all they wanted. What made this day different?
He couldn't help it; a small chuckle slipped through his barrier. Daskri's firm refusal to believe in a being as high as a god wasn't unusual, but rather, the way he presented his belief amused him. Like he was prepared to battle the idea down if he had to. What would happen if gods were real? Kliment didn't know the answer, having never met one, nor having ever bore witness to something he would deem a 'godly' act by human terms. He had always assumed the fact that he was born, or rather, able to be born at all, somewhere in the moonlight, symbolized something.
Coming back to reality, he noted with a bit of distress that his mind had wandered for a moment. It must have been evident in his eyes, which regained their focus at Daskri's comment. You're a softie deep down, aren't you, Kliment? His brow furrowed at the assumption.
"Softie? Perhaps," he said with a half-smile. He took care to study the other's face as he took his hand, and he glanced down at their joined hands briefly before looking back to his face in a bit of alarm.
"A masochist, you say," he said in a voice hardly above a whisper, battling the urge to view Daskri in a completely new light. As cold as he might have appeared to others, he had never been looked upon as anything but an antisocial stranger. He had to admit, this was the first time he'd been compared to a 'sadist', even if only - he wondered - jokingly. When he was jerked into a hug, he stood awkwardly, unsure as to whether he was supposed to hug him back or pull away.
Once Daskri pulled away, saving him the responsibility of making a decision, he blinked and wavered for a bit. That certainly hadn't been expected; they generally didn't take his gestures to the next level. He brushed it off. It was true what others said, he really needed to lighten up. Learn to enjoy what he had in the form of other living beings.
Regaining his composure, he rubbed the back of his neck with a ghost of a smile. "If you have the mind equivalent to something you don't believe in, does that mean your mind is also imaginary?" He could see the uncertainty leave Daskri's face, if only temporarily, but he also saw something else; in his eyes, the lingering doubt, the worries he had and the misgivings. He wouldn't press on them, wouldn't try to dig those back up once they had been buried away. Today had been stressful enough as it stood.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 6:36 pm
Daskris eyes widened a fraction, his mouth forming a small 'Oh' as he realized kliment had caught him within his own strange logic"Ah....Oooh..damn, I guess your right arent you!? Haha! Caught me with that..mmmn, maybe my mind is imaginary?" he shook his head slowly, that was way to odd even for him to contemplate! "Tsk, my friend if there's one thing I teach you in this lifetime, its going to be how to give a proper hug. Of course not today! No no, that's a lesson for another time, don't you think?" daskri grinned, standing and stretching, dusting the dirt off of his knees as he stood.
His eyes stayed glued to his feet for a few moments, chewing gingerly on his bottom lip as he thought something over. "Hey kliment, I was wondering...I mean if your not doing anything right now, and not doing anything later on today. Maybe..." he shuffled his feet softly before glancing back to kliment, a sheepish almost shy look on his face "Would you mind posing for me? I mean of course we'd get food first! I'm sure your starving, and after spending the whole morning dealing with my moody self, well food is the ultimate 'cheer me up' item" daskri sighed, twirling the ends of his braid inbetween his fingers.
"I've always wanted to paint you, ya know...and just never gotten the chance, hee hee or had the time..patience" he shrugged softly "That and, you seem like you may be more open to the offer then you might have been before. An artist cant paint an unwilling participant after all! Nope, needs someone who wants his picture done. I promise it wont be boring either, it'll be..ah..together time? You like sitting silently anyways, so it could be fun!" daskri teased with his last line, placing his hand lightly on kliments shoulder.
He still wanted to spend time with the other male, didnt want him running off now that this was all over and sorted out....not that he was sorted out. It was true that daskri had been meaning to paint a portrait of him, the way daskri saw him of course, not the way he outwardly appeared. A realistic still life painting was far to boring, showed very little of the paintee's true self..
"So what do you say, do you feel up for it" he asked quietly, if kliment truly was busy he would understand, maybe kliment wanted to go do something else even?
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 7:53 pm
He wasn't sure if he'd heard him right. Pose? As in, pose for a painting? He remembered Daskri saying that had been his hobby, although it escaped him as to why he would want to paint him. He wouldn't say it, but the thought flattered him quite a bit. Suddenly feeling awkward, he lightly scratched the back of his head and searched for a response. It wouldn't hurt to grab something to eat, and he was certain he could stand to sit around long enough to let him paint him. He hadn't had anything else planned for the day.
"That... is true. I do like sitting silently." Battling back a smile, he rested his hands on his hips and sighed. "I suppose. I... do not know why you would want to paint someone like me, but," he sucked in a breath, "It shouldn't be a problem."
Honestly, he couldn't imagine anyone wanting to paint a dark blob. Kliment didn't have an artist's touch, didn't understand the way the painter could see things differently in his mind's eye. Everything was so literal to him, so black and white, he never took the time to contemplate seeing them in another way. The closest he got to creating 'art' was his string-work, although he inwardly scoffed to imagine that as counting.
"Nothing with you is ever boring, Daskri Mal, for better or for worse," he assured, giving the hand on his shoulder a feather of a pat. He felt a bit bad, the way the Twilif asked him so hesitantly, but perhaps his manner caused others to react that way.
He couldn't help but be curious as to what he would paint. Hesitating, he smiled slightly, the remnant of his usual expression still evident through it all. "What were you thinking for food?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 8:30 pm
"Eh? Well because your beautiful of course! Tsk, not to say I don't paint ugly things, I'm not so narcissistic about my works, or biased of the subjects I paint...Uhmm...that came out odd didn't it?" he giggled realizing maybe he shouldn't have been so blunt with his analysis of kliment. The male was good looking though, if not very colorful, or as bright and shiny as bane. He was still beautiful, in a..hmm..a dark and mysterious way.
"So you'll do it then!? Haha! That's wonderful kliment, I'm so glad" daskri cheered, resisting the urge to smother poor kliment in another hug. He was extatic to hear kliment would agree to it "I assure you it'll come out wonderfully! You'll love it when its done.." nodding softly, glancing out at the the lake and the trees. He knew he was going to enjoy this, that kliment was going to have fun with him.
"Your too kind kliment, I never thought I was really that fun. It's nice to hear it though! Uhm..food..food..lets see food.." tapping his foot patiently "Oh! Are you a fruit or meat kind of person? I know where there's this lovely grove, its got all sorts of fruits there, berrys and fresh apples..You look like the kind of person who likes pears" it was a random observation, maybe if daskri had had the first clue on cooking he might have offered to prepare a meal for kliment. A decent one, sadly he mainly did the vegetarian thing, fruits and vegetables. Catching and killing his own meal was a bit too much for him to handle, now if someone else cooked it for him! That was a different story entierly.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 7:28 pm
"Urk," came the startled reply, his brow knitting in mild concern over the reply. Despite Daskri's insisting, he wouldn't have any of it. He was in no way beautiful; hell, he was a mass of black and grey with a spot of yellow. He was like the colors of the paint set no one wanted to use. He couldn't even boast earthy tones, and he wasn't the color of the night. He wasn't even a color, he was a tone. How would that be fun to paint?
But he wouldn't argue it. Rolling a shoulder, he tilted his head a hair to the side and smiled crookedly.
"I've always been a fan of blackberries, myself, but it's difficult to fill up on them alone. I enjoy all types of fruit, from what I've tasted so far." His tail flicked a bit, the movement awkward with its size. "A grove of fruits and berries, huh? It sounds almost too convenient to be true. Are you sure you haven't been trespassing on someone else's property this entire time?"
Although he meant it in all seriousness, something about Daskri made him want to add a teasing tone to it, which felt strange in his mouth. Coming from him, it was like a baby swearing. He shook his head.
"Alright, where is this grove, then? I'm going to trust that we won't run into a bear, or an angry farmer." He grinned slightly. "For now. Take the lead, 'leader'."
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 10:15 am
Daskri could have fallen into a fit of giggles concerning his friends expression, it was amazing to him how so many others failed to see their beauties, focused on their flaws. Obviously Kliment didn't see himself as "Beautiful" surely he was no butterfly, no sunset or sunrise, not a waterfall or a sea, not even a rock or a field of grass. Even dark droll things held their beauty, and Kliment in particular reminded him of a creature he knew, just as dull and shadeless, but also sleek and beautiful with its presence, powerful and frightening while managing to be alluring in a fascinating way.
Daskri managed to clap when his friend gave no further protest other then an odd look, the smile dragging up daskris grin and glowing mood to new heights."Blackberries, and rasberry's, hee hee I myself love love love blue berries..If they were a drug I'd say I were addicted to them" he added with a sharp nod, gasping and frowning playfully at kliments assumption of him being on 'others property'.
"Why kliment how could you think of such a thing! Tsk, I'm no common thief, no no no...after all one cannot steal what is not truly owned." There was a clever gleam in daskris eyes.
"Honestly, you tell me when the earth started handing out plots of land to people, declaring that they could all be divided up and individually 'owned' or 'sold' " daskri added with a soft giggle, twisting around on his tippy toes as he turned in the direction of the grove.
"I cant promise you about the bears I'm afraid, they don' believe in property either. Though I've yet to see one, no farmer either..." certainly if there were a farmer he was slow and fat for most of his place was overrun and ill with weeds, but a few places managed to stay full of fruit and well tended. Nature taking care of itself without 'mans' help..
"Ah..leader! Haha! Follow the leader then, I adore that game" daskri practically squealed, humming softly as he started off skipping away from the lake. "You know kliment, your like a ray of sunshine, the best medicine to clear out gloom!" he really, truly, was thankful for his friend having come along today, dispelling his despair with such ease.
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