06-16-2014, 11:59 PM
Kalen regarded Trey warily as he passed her in the kitchen. And she, for her part, returned the expression. Neither of them knew what to expect of the other, though it was perhaps fair to say that she (a thirteen year old girl in poor health surrounded by adults she didn't know) had more reason to be fearful than he did. All the same... it was not precisely fear that registered in her dark eyes.
He didn't say hello to her. So she did not say hello to him.
(As for Ian, he wasn't in the house. Some time early that morning he'd risen from bed, showered and left. Apart from his things, Kalen would find Ian's bedroom empty.)
Sid cautioned Trey about drinking too much too quickly, and Trey nodded as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. When she'd had her fill, she turned to the leftover soup and served herself another bowl, giving a quick glance to Sid to make sure the offer was still open. When no motion was made to stop her, she sat down at the table and set about scooping spoonfuls of it into her mouth.
Sid was going to leave in an hour. She made a quiet offer to the girl, and Trey looked at her with dark, uncertain eyes. Then she glanced around, taking in the house with a more serious sense of appraisal. For a while her gaze lingered in Kalen's wake.
She was being given a difficult choice to make. It would take more than a single night of rest and a few bowls of soup before she was fully recovered, and from the looks of her (and her horse) it had been a long time since she'd had anything like a safe place to sleep. But it had been Sid who'd pulled her down from the horse and carried her inside. Sid who had stayed with her all night. Sid who had fed her and given her water. Trey opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Her eyebrows scrunched up in an expression that made her look rather over-serious for a child.
"Why?" she asked in a soft voice. "Are they dangerous?"
He didn't say hello to her. So she did not say hello to him.
(As for Ian, he wasn't in the house. Some time early that morning he'd risen from bed, showered and left. Apart from his things, Kalen would find Ian's bedroom empty.)
Sid cautioned Trey about drinking too much too quickly, and Trey nodded as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. When she'd had her fill, she turned to the leftover soup and served herself another bowl, giving a quick glance to Sid to make sure the offer was still open. When no motion was made to stop her, she sat down at the table and set about scooping spoonfuls of it into her mouth.
Sid was going to leave in an hour. She made a quiet offer to the girl, and Trey looked at her with dark, uncertain eyes. Then she glanced around, taking in the house with a more serious sense of appraisal. For a while her gaze lingered in Kalen's wake.
She was being given a difficult choice to make. It would take more than a single night of rest and a few bowls of soup before she was fully recovered, and from the looks of her (and her horse) it had been a long time since she'd had anything like a safe place to sleep. But it had been Sid who'd pulled her down from the horse and carried her inside. Sid who had stayed with her all night. Sid who had fed her and given her water. Trey opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Her eyebrows scrunched up in an expression that made her look rather over-serious for a child.
"Why?" she asked in a soft voice. "Are they dangerous?"