33rd of Ymiden, 711When the boy first appeared through the trees, yells of worry and panic overcame the thousand crickets living in the grass. It was the mother whom approached first, with her brunette hairs fluttering in the winds, her perfume smearing through the air, and her kind features now tearing up. Her arms circled around the boy, and the soft blanket wrapped around the gaunt body of the Mortalborn.
“Are you okay?” she whispered to him, her voice cracking.
The boy stared up into her eyes without a word.
“Where are your parents?”
The kind-hearted mother tried to comfort the boy with a smile even when her tears were escaping. She then offered her palm, which perhaps had been delicate once.
The Mortalborn looked towards it, his hand approaching hers with obvious doubt. They touched.
The boy was guided towards the house, the eyes of the father fixed upon him, their son and daughter whispering questions of worry towards the father, whom offered no replies. Those stares left the boy once they entered the humble home, the door shutting behind them. Despite the exit being blocked, the windows were wide agape, allowing the sound of crickets to fill the room, just like the so craved for summer breeze.
The mother guided the boy towards the table, and gently peeled off the blanket, revealing the naked and blood-coated frame of the child. Her worry was obvious. She crouched, gently scanning the boy’s frame with a finger.
“What happened to you?” she asked in a whisper.
The boy merely stared back, his features completely alienated from whatever the female felt. His stomach growled.
“Are you hungry?” The female left him for a moment, moving towards the kitchen, where she would extract boiled corncobs from a large pot. Sprinkling some salt on them, she’d return with a full plate. “Go on, eat.”
The boy glared towards the mother, eyes setting on the plate. He sniffed the aroma that escaped the plate, his mouth growing restless under the temptation. His hands reached for the cob, and his teeth dug into it immediately.
Whilst this happened, the mother moved towards the door. Creaking it open, she’d whisper to her husband.
“Set up the tub, will you? Betrix, go help your father. Felix, go to general shop and buy a bar of soap. Tell Pea I’ll come by later to pay for it. Hurry.”
The door was closed then again, the mother returning to the table, taking the seat next to the boy. As the boy dug into the corn cobs, eating loudly and fiercely, the mother couldn’t help but chuckle. Her fingers wiped her eyes, and with a smile, she stared towards the boy. She spoke not whilst the boy ate, and only left the table on one occasion, that being only to bring another set of corncobs.
Once the boy had finished, his blue eyes once again flew towards the female, staring, watching and waiting.
“Did you like it?” she asked.
The female smiled, a hand coming to stoke the boy’s golden hairs. Her touch was warm and gentle, the type only a loving mother could grant.
“I’m Zannifer,” she said, pointing towards herself.
“Zinfer,” repeated the boy, voice quiet and lightly taut.
“Zannifer,” she repeated, chuckling lightly.
“That’s right,” she exclaimed, running her fingers down the boy’s cheek. “Do you have a name?”
The boy merely stared.
Zannifer rose from her seat and moved towards the window next to the door, glancing outside before returning to the boy.
“Come on, let’s give you a nice bath.”
Taking a hold of the boy’s hand, Zannifer took the boy outside, the bath having been filled near the small barn. The husband was dismissed with an authoritarian glance from the female’s part, and so she and the boy enjoyed the privacy of Ne’haers’ surrounding territories. The sun was scorching from above, and despite the tub’s water being cold, it would feel like a blessing in comparison to the heat outside.
“It’s a little cold,” warned Zannifer, tapping on the end of the tub. “But it’s nothing terrible. Come on.”
The boy’s staring continued. Whether he understood or not was still a mystery. However, he obeyed at last. The water was cold indeed, and the boy grimaced under the sensation, taking his time to introduce himself whole within the waters. His body shivered at first, yet it calmed down shortly after. As Zannifer began running her palm across the boy’s flesh, tracing circles that peeled off the dried blood, tears of empathy invaded her.
“What happened to you?” she whispered once again.
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