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Trynn leaned forward over the table, one leg tucked up under the other thigh on the chair. His chin rested on his thumbs, his fingers curled together. Brant sat across from him, turned sideways, leaning back and quietly drumming his fingers on the table. The familiar sun crept up over the open ceiling as the room was bathed in warm golden light, while Lan slept quietly in the corner.
The silence was relatively uncomfortable, broken finally by Brant's heavy sigh. "This is crazy, let's do something."
"No," Trynn replied flatly.
"Come on, Trynn, we can't just sit here all day. Let's at least go outside and see what's going on." Brant sat up, turning to face Trynn, pleading.
"No, Brant. We aren't interfering." Brant stood up, opened his mouth to speak and decided against it. He only turned and walked away from the table. Alone in the room, except for the sleeping fox, Trynn took a deep breath and placed his forehead on the table. He didn't want to admit it, but he was as bored as Brant. He'd thought about going to his library and reading, but decided against it; even he needed a break, especially in his crippled state. Music didn't appeal to him today, and for a fleeting second, he thought about going outside, as Brant suggested.
He sighed, raised his head slightly and beat it gently on the table. Lan chuckled from the corner, "you could always go outside." The fox stood and stretched, his long tongue curling from his mouth.
"I'm not really energetic enough to deal with people today. Besides, these people have to learn to function without us." The forest in which Trynn and the companions lived was being closed off again from the people he'd let come there for the last few months. Trynn himself wouldn't say it, but the companions had come to rely on the people from outside the forest as much as they relied on the companions. "Why don't you finish telling me about the giants?" Trynn suggested, leaning back in his chair.

posted by September @ 7:30 AM