Orgus whined in vexation.
“Ahhhh! But why cute elf want go so fast? We have nice lunches gether. No rush. Matti say bad for belly eat fast.”
The large male narrowed his eye and silenced the child with a sharp, hissing sound that seemed altogether effective. Softening his expression he turned his attention to Æden.
“We not take you all way. Elf think we stealed you. But you little morsel. Need help. We bring you by man road. Much people cross there. They find you and hepp you rest of way.” He raised his single brow,
“We do this and you tell that we give good soup and much hepp. Tell that Cyclopes no eat you, but feed you stead. Can be friend, no more foe.” With that, the massive creature stood to its full height.
“Tribe stay here. Ekk bring Elf alone. Safer.”
Orgus plopped his bowl on the ground and shot up, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No! Elf ‘long Orgus! Orgus hepp bring!”
“Bah!” The apparent father figure grunted, “Fine. Orgus hepp. Finish food. Then we go.” The large male lumbered over to a stack of supplies and began to pack a few necessities for the journey. Meanwhile Orgus picked his soup back up, happily and began to eat. He turned his monocular gaze upon the little elf and smiled as he sloppily slurped soup, a great deal of which ran down his chin between his stubby tusks.
“Man road no far.” Orgus informed Æden, albeit his already thick accent was muffled by the food in his mouth when he spoke. “We be there in sun time.” Their spot was rather ideal for a small tribe. Being so close to the road they were able to scavenge for things left behind by the civilised travelers, but they were still far enough and secluded enough that they didn’t incur much trouble from the humans or occasional elves who passed.
“Ahhhh! But why cute elf want go so fast? We have nice lunches gether. No rush. Matti say bad for belly eat fast.”
The large male narrowed his eye and silenced the child with a sharp, hissing sound that seemed altogether effective. Softening his expression he turned his attention to Æden.
“We not take you all way. Elf think we stealed you. But you little morsel. Need help. We bring you by man road. Much people cross there. They find you and hepp you rest of way.” He raised his single brow,
“We do this and you tell that we give good soup and much hepp. Tell that Cyclopes no eat you, but feed you stead. Can be friend, no more foe.” With that, the massive creature stood to its full height.
“Tribe stay here. Ekk bring Elf alone. Safer.”
Orgus plopped his bowl on the ground and shot up, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No! Elf ‘long Orgus! Orgus hepp bring!”
“Bah!” The apparent father figure grunted, “Fine. Orgus hepp. Finish food. Then we go.” The large male lumbered over to a stack of supplies and began to pack a few necessities for the journey. Meanwhile Orgus picked his soup back up, happily and began to eat. He turned his monocular gaze upon the little elf and smiled as he sloppily slurped soup, a great deal of which ran down his chin between his stubby tusks.
“Man road no far.” Orgus informed Æden, albeit his already thick accent was muffled by the food in his mouth when he spoke. “We be there in sun time.” Their spot was rather ideal for a small tribe. Being so close to the road they were able to scavenge for things left behind by the civilised travelers, but they were still far enough and secluded enough that they didn’t incur much trouble from the humans or occasional elves who passed.