There he was, some kind of weird guy whose head must have been put on backwards, twitching and pacing and speaking in looping limerick’s on his way through the canyon. How could Ahote ignore such a presence? He was always such a curious child so it was only natural that he was now a curious teenager. The Davke hovered in the wake of the madman’s footsteps, whether Sada knew to look behind him or not, Ahote could not tell. The boy was an extra shadow, one that didn’t really belong. His skin was orange and speckled black and white like the stones. His shorn black hair was just another stripe to blend in with all the stone. Like a chameleon, he matched his surroundings well. The canyon was his hunting grounds.
Whether Sada was to be his prey or not, Ahote had not yet decided. Whatever the man was carrying with him was enough for the Davke to risk getting caught stalking. Or maybe, just maybe, the kid just wanted to find out if Sada would make great target practice with his slingshot.
@Sada Why do I feel like this has a tendency to escalate quickly despite the brevity of it?
