Echoes and Worries [Complete]

[nonomoribird]

Character(s): The Master and Yorda
Content: After speaking on the message board, the Master and Yorda decide to meet up.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Late night, while Mao is speaking with Geoffrey
Warnings: The Master. :|b

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The Master turned the corner to find the light of Yorda's hair glowing in the moonlight. He could tell she was about to pass into slumber, so it was all he could do to prevent his evil impulses and scare her out of her wits. Still, it wasn't the promise of meeting his "companion" (namedly so as he had not fully intended on carrying out the same type of relationship The Doctor shared with his companions) that drove him out to the park in the middle of the night. It was the smell that had been driving him mad from the moment she stepped into his range of sense. The hunger in him was forcing him into such impetus, he could not even tell what was in the basket. All he could think about was devouring mass and never stopping.

"Got something for me then?" he asked quietly, sure he wouldn't frighten. "I am so hungry."

[nonomoribird]

Yorda blinked sleepily at the Master, rubbing her eyes before offering him the basket. "I brought you meat," she replied, smiling a little. The Master always seemed to be starving, something that worried the princess deeply - no matter how much food she brought him (always as much as she could carry), he was still so hungry afterward. Yorda simply did what she could to help, but her meager healing powers could only cure exhaustion and injury, not hunger. She was sorry she couldn't carry more food to him.

[mastertemplate]

The Master immediately snatched the basket from Yorda's weak grip and tore the top away to reveal a neat pile of perfectly cooked meats. The Master paid no attention to manners or method and tore into a few pieces at once, shoving large bites into his sack dinner. Although Yorda was sleepy, The Master could tell she was concerned with his state of being. It was enough to see the way his clothes were hanging off of his body like loose curtains.

"Thanks," he said in an almost unfathomable gesture of kindness.

[nonomoribird]

Yorda merely sat patiently, well-used to the Master's lack of table manners by now (not that Yorda had been much better until Urd had taught her otherwise). She wished she had brought more, resolving to bring two baskets next time she saw him. Why was he always so hungry? What was wrong? She wanted to ask, but had learned, not terribly long ago, that some questions were best left unasked. Even so, she wanted very much to help the strange man who leapt through the air and complained about drums none but him could hear.

Her thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected expression of gratitude from the Master, and Yorda beamed at him, her smile practically lighting up her face. "You are welcome."

[mastertemplate]

The Master continued to chew on the last morsels available to him in the basket as he looked over Yorda's face. He could sense her hesitance to share things with him. He couldn't blame her if she could really detect his true character. He licked at the corner of his mouth for any remains on his stubble-covered mouth and then asked, "Now, what seems to be the trouble?"