Recent content by Hath Charosh

It was only a few words, but he could see the effect it had upon Pern. She wasn't used to people caring about her in this way - beyond just a few people in her life - let alone expressing it. Hath simply reached out and touched fingertips to the outside of her shoulder once. Settling his...

"Using ink to buy more ink," he observed. Heart and hearth day. He didn't know the tradition, but he thought asking for a specific explanation could wait for another day. The word heart and her tone said enough. "Then if it was a first gift it was a very good one," Hath declared. "You...

Hath balanced the knife on his middle finger. Then he held it and tilted it back and forth. The position where it balanced as well as the distribution of weight mattered. As he did this, he brought his left fist to his face and smeared a tear away before it could fall. "We need ink too," he...

"It is not a bad feeling," he replied. Hath followed her gaze. For a moment he had forgotten the item that had caused this outburst of emotions. He had been so focussed on the sentiment and on the feeling of her wrapped up in his embrace. He gave a sharp nod. She had been asleep when he had...

The greatest adventure of my life Those words echoed around inside his head. Even as the moment settled between them. His sudden flare of emotion at her sentiment faded into something more comfortable. The surprise Pern felt from his hug faded. He let his hand settle into the small of her...

Half way through her reading, Hath realised how difficult this was for her. He had not thought that she would have written this all down simply because it was difficult to say out loud. He had no idea that she had been finishing off the blade for all this time. It must have taken such...

"Hmm no," went Hath. For a few seconds he was confused. The knife must have come from Pern. It was what she had been rooting around for in her bag. He started to wonder if she had remembered leaving it for him yet. That had to be it. He might not be bale to decipher words, but he could...

"Hhmph, turns out you can make yourself a good Orc," Hath said. "Not all orcs must fight." He silently reflected for a few seconds. "I am good at surviving alone. I am a scout." Hath made himself comfortable. His parents had been warriors and leaders, not scouts. His uncle had taught him...

"Ink? They might have that," he said. The rough dyes they made into body paint were apparently not suitable. Writing was rare. The manufacture of ink was therefore not widespread. She had explained the process, requiring sap and ground downnrusted metal. Hath had enjoyed watching her write...

Hath shuffled over to rest on his own bed roll. Amusement creased his expression. He thought of the weird and wonderful mix of Wikkerton residents as they sang human songs and made a cake. He watched her as she started to sort through her bag. It was difficult in the close confines to show...

She was using long words again. Hath leaned back, looking back at her as she twisted around to face him. "I have seen cake," he said. He played her explanation of calenders around again and decided it was sometime to be seen to understand. "Of course you did not know your birthday, I did not...

Hath was taking his time on the braid. After this one he would retreat to his half of the tent and curl up. He watched the silhouette of her profile as she spoke. "That sounds like a lot of counting," he reflected. "We celebrate times of the year. First full moons of the rain season." "Did...

"There were certain days you missed?" he asked. The braid was quickly undone. He smoothed her hair through his fingers before he shafted to braid. He was going to have the scent of her close for some time. He felt her sigh. "Is something on your mind?" he asked. "Something you missed in...

He smiled behind her back, the sound in response to his compliment was little more than he expected. He let his hand come to rest across her shoulder as she checked her braids. His thumb traced idly up and down. He could have put his hand elsewhere, but made the conscious choice to slide his...

"You had... Hmm." Casual, thoughtless conversation took an interlude as he carefully considered his response. He wanted to ask if she had reason now. "Well it looks good either up or down," he said. That felt benign enough to carry on. "There," he said as the second was finished. "Any...