Dec 16, 2009 17:42
[Slowly but surely, a very-bundled up child is making his way through camp. The snow isn't up to his ankles, at least. But he doesn't seem to give it much attention. . . Or anything really.]
It's cold, and there isn't anything to see here. I knew that the main house was better already. So, let's go back. We can have those cookies then too.
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You could have gone by yourself if you knew the way. It takes longer like this.
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[. . . shifting his coat but still walking]
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Ah...
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[holding a hand out for him, come here]
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How long have you been here?
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[taking his hand, ye god you're tall]
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Hey, where'd you come from?
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The main house.
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You mean one of the cabins?
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No. I would have said that, then.
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