Post by Gram on Mar 12, 2018 20:05:19 GMT -5
Gram was slowly adjusting to beiing a child.
It was really the first time he was ever allowed to be one. Before the responsibility of keeping himself alive, fed, clothed, and the like fell to him. But now he had a family - a real flesh and blood family who had opened their home to him and adopted him as their own.
He’d never had a mother, father, brothers, or grandparents. And overnight he’d had them all. Along with new clothes, real clothes, and his own nickname. Several times over the last week he’d pinched himself in an attempt to wake himself. Sure he was dreaming it all up. He’d often dreampt of all of these things before after all.
This time, he didn’t wake up. Except for in a bed, in a warm home where for the first time in his life he was staring to feel safe. He did a lot to try and repay them for their kindness - perhaps still a little too far in a slave mindset. As Katila had caught him going into the chores of others and insisted he remember he was only fourteen, and one wasn’t a boy forever.
He was starting to understand a little better that this was not the way a son was supposed to act. But it would take a while before he could fully be “deprogrammed”.
He was enjoying being a child however. He’d started to make friends slowly, and quite enjoyed taking some money to the market and taking a bite of the sweets he’d often pined over.
And that was what he was doing now. Biting into a small sweet roll as he contemplated what to do with his free time. Perhaps use his sword to do some practice? Determined more than ever to become an Eored like the others in his family. But he’d forgotten it at home.
Well, he supposed it was just as well. He may as well enjoy the day, he thought as he sat upon a hill. Overlooking some of his new home with quaint interest. “I really need to figure out more of how these “games” work,” he spoke of loud, though mostly to himself. “That seems to occupy the time of just about everyone.”
Or maybe it was just time to go back and pick up his sword. Even if it was before supper time when he had been instructed to come home.
It was really the first time he was ever allowed to be one. Before the responsibility of keeping himself alive, fed, clothed, and the like fell to him. But now he had a family - a real flesh and blood family who had opened their home to him and adopted him as their own.
He’d never had a mother, father, brothers, or grandparents. And overnight he’d had them all. Along with new clothes, real clothes, and his own nickname. Several times over the last week he’d pinched himself in an attempt to wake himself. Sure he was dreaming it all up. He’d often dreampt of all of these things before after all.
This time, he didn’t wake up. Except for in a bed, in a warm home where for the first time in his life he was staring to feel safe. He did a lot to try and repay them for their kindness - perhaps still a little too far in a slave mindset. As Katila had caught him going into the chores of others and insisted he remember he was only fourteen, and one wasn’t a boy forever.
He was starting to understand a little better that this was not the way a son was supposed to act. But it would take a while before he could fully be “deprogrammed”.
He was enjoying being a child however. He’d started to make friends slowly, and quite enjoyed taking some money to the market and taking a bite of the sweets he’d often pined over.
And that was what he was doing now. Biting into a small sweet roll as he contemplated what to do with his free time. Perhaps use his sword to do some practice? Determined more than ever to become an Eored like the others in his family. But he’d forgotten it at home.
Well, he supposed it was just as well. He may as well enjoy the day, he thought as he sat upon a hill. Overlooking some of his new home with quaint interest. “I really need to figure out more of how these “games” work,” he spoke of loud, though mostly to himself. “That seems to occupy the time of just about everyone.”
Or maybe it was just time to go back and pick up his sword. Even if it was before supper time when he had been instructed to come home.