Sara (littlecho) wrote in thesaladbowl,
thesaladbowl Elean! I've got an obsession with E names...haha

Elean looked up, noticed that her family was much farther ahead of her than they had been, and sprinted madly to catch them. She dropped all of her flowers on the way, too. That annoyed her a little, because it meant that she wouldn’t have anything to give to Mama when she got there. She would only get a scolding for falling behind.

That was one of the major rules of Kilryn Caravan: no falling behind. If you fell behind, you were left behind. Sure, your clan might cry for you, but they’d not come back and get you.

That was rule number two: no going back to get those who did fall behind. Elean wasn’t too fond of this rule, since it meant that no one would come and get her. She had to take care of herself now.

“Elean! Where were you, young lady?” Auntie Farreh stalked up to her. “You’re always dawdling, girl. Can’t you learn to hurry up?” Technically, Elean was Farreh’s charge, but Farreh had other children to look after, not just Elean.

“Aunt Farreh, I was just picking some flowers…” She trailed off, producing a grimy hand instead as proof.

“But no flowers now?” Farreh gave her niece a withering glare.

Elean looked at her feet. They were brown, mostly because of dirt. She wasn’t fond of shoes, really, they were just things that made her slower. “They fell?” She finally answered, hoping that Farreh would believe the truth when told it.

“Humph.” No such luck. However, Farreh was willing to accept that explanation and not ask anymore questions. “Go get your pony, Elean. We’re coming closer to eventide, and she’s not been ridden all day. See if your brothers will take you out.”

Elean quite liked being brushed off like that. She happily dashed off to her dun pony, clambering astride within an instant of grabbing the reins. “Let’s go,” she told the pony, and they trotted off in the direction that her brothers had gone…

Seven years later…

“Oh, hell.” Elean kicked the dirt angrily. “Again. I did it again.” She glared at the boy that was with her. “I think it’s your fault.”

“No, it’s not.” Deryl shrugged. “You lost the tracks first.”

“Do you have to remind me?” Elean glared. “You would have lost them too, you know. Very faint.”

Deryl snorted, “Yeah, but at least I wouldn’t try and blame it on someone else.”

“Shut up.”

Deryl smacked her on the back. “Looks like it’s your turn to go hungry tonight.”

Elean frowned. “But I went hungry last night too.”

“You messed up.”

“Big time,” chimed in the tall man that strode into the clearing. “But, I may have gotten our little screw-up a break.”

Deryl sighed exasperatedly, “Tiran, you always manage to do this. Always. She never gets punished!”

“I do too!” Elean interjected. “My stomach hurt all night, and I didn’t get breakfast!”

“Well,” Tiran sighed, folding his frame into a sitting position, “I thought you all wanted dinner.”

“Right. Tell.” Elean flopped to the ground and used Tiran’s lap as a pillow. She stared up at him with liquid brown eyes, earning a burst of laughter. “Tell,” she repeated.

“Right. I’ve got the tracks.” Tiran grinned proudly.

“Sweet! Thank you, Tir!” Elean scrambled upright and engulfed him in a hug. “You’re the best, by far.”

Deryl grinned, forgetting his earlier resentment. “Now we just forget to tell anyone that we lost it for a little while…”

Tiran’s smile curved into a feral smirk. “And now, for the grand finale…”

“Now,” continued Elean, smiling as well, “Now we find us…”

"A unicorn.” Deryl finished the sentenced with hunger tingeing his voice malicious.

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