Fear is a funny thing that makes people do funny stuff.
…However funny you may wish to define attempting to murder your adopted father’s sister.
The child, though, had good reason of his own. It had been carefully thought through, and the boy had even managed to explain his intentions to her before attempting anything; she didn’t quite understand everything, and he was left unable to explain most of what she asked of him.
But she didn’t want to be his friend how he wanted her to be. ‘Do you think we’ll ever get along?’, Undomwen had asked him. He gave no attempt to reply or throw across gestures, but did take to himself time to consider everything.
He got along fine with his cat and Nalla; both were dead, and while he had spats with his living ‘friends’, he never fought with the two. It was a simple conclusion! He would get along just fine…If she were dead. And then, when they could grow close, he wouldn’t have to worry about her finding another friend, or anyone else to take up her time. The man she called her husband wouldn’t even have to drag her away, nor the baby yet to be born would even have to be born!
The perfect moment had come for him to explain everything. Gold disappeared to the back of the inn, and the boy was left alone with the lass. Through his parents gifting Nalla to him as a friend, he understood that he could do the same with other people as he had done with his cat. He loved his cat, of course, but was sure he could relate much more to another human; and he did, with Nalla! And the more friends, the merrier.
Everything was going quite smooth…With a few irritating bumps, such as Undom’s apparent dislike to the idea he had in mind for her. She had stood, and quickly backed away, questioning his motives soundness. He couldn’t explain, so he didn’t try—only for all of his plans to begin crumbling when Andul suddenly arrived. And moments later, the enraged shout from Gold. Another boy arrived on scene, but by this point, he was too panicked, cornered, terrified by everyone talking and moving around him, hardly processing what anyone was saying or doing.
And though things ended with forgiveness…Aerodin couldn’t help but wish it went his own way still.
