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Beyond My Knowing, chapter 6
He took it and they headed off again.
They had to release their hands soon of course, so they could climb over and between the rocks.
It took a while, but eventually they made their way around the outskirts of the city perimeter, beyond the expanse of open desert that ringed the city, to where Kes had first made her approach when she’d arrived.
The buildings made a wall here, and no one moved about within that either of them could see. This part of the city had abandoned buildings in it, Kes noted, and wasn’t in very good repair compared to other areas she’d seen.
The two of them made their way into the city without problems and Kes went to retrieve her pack, relieved when she found it still there and without anything missing. She opened it up and offered her canteen to Tresit. ”Take a sip from this.”
He did so, but a small one, she noted, before handing it back to her. ”Thank you.” He said softly. He had his dagger in his hand and, even while he’d been drinking, he remained very serious looking, his eyes keen, looking for danger. She could relate to that, of course, but where it was a matter of survival for her, she could tell, for him, it was also a matter of pride. She wasn’t quite sure what she thought of that. Anara had it too, that pride; in a different way than Tresit, yes, but it was still plain to see. Her own people didn’t even have a word for it, and Kes found she was still having some difficulty understanding it. She was sure she’d figure it out more though, once she’d had enough time to tease at and test the idea of it.
”You’re welcome.” She smiled. Taking a similarly small sip herself. She closed her eyes and sensed for anyone nearby. There were people, but none of them close enough to be a threat, probably. ”We should go back now.”
He nodded. ”Yes.” He said.
He was nervous, under the pride. She could tell that now. Perhaps even more nervous than she was. She wondered, momentarily, why that was. What had happened to him to make him so on edge like this in the city? He certainly wasn’t like that at home with his mother and sister; there, he was relaxed and happy for the most part. She didn’t ask about it though. Maybe she would later, but not today. She’d just buoyed his spirits before, she didn’t want to bring up possibly bad memories for him right on the heals of that.
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SassyGran says
Still intrigued !