• Note: It’s been a while… And it’s a bit different from the RP, Mini. I just thought up a way it could’ve gone so…yeah…

    Diedrick stared up at the woman, uncertain of her. The way she spoke and acted were slightly contradictory in his mind. She was so nice then she was so angry and frustrated and he didn’t know how to react…so he sat in the chair, holding the cup in one hand and hugging his knees to his chest with the other. His too-long hair fell in the way of his vision once more and he wanted it away from his gaze but didn’t want to move yet.

    “Can you tell me your name?” the woman asked softly.

    Diedrick stared at her. Why was she asking him questions?! What was he supposed to say?! He struggled to think of anything to come to mind. Name...name... He looked away, his breathing becoming faster. He opened his mouth and tried to form the syllables but all he could get out was, "Di," and that only in a garbled mix of other sounds. He dropped the glass, flinching as it shattered against the ground. He brought his knees to his chest, hugging them there as he shivered. She was going to hurt him now, he knew it. And he had no way to get out...

    He was trapped. She was faster than he, stronger than he, smarter than he. She would kill him. Diedrick tensed and couldn't stop shaking. What he'd feared all these years was being caught. His mother (he didn't remember his father very much anymore) always told him things would turn bad if he was taken in by another creature. He opened his mouth, trying to say his name again, but couldn't manage to. This time, he couldn't even get out the first syllable. It was all nonsense.

    “Hm…Di…I can work with that,” the woman stated. “Come on, Di, I’ll show you the rest of your new home.” She held out her hand to him.

    Diedrick stared at her hand a moment, growling as he glared now. He had no way of getting away. There was so much glass around him that he doubted he could run…so what was he supposed to do? The woman regarded him with something he supposed was patience. She took hold of him and lifted him over the glass, then set him down on the floor beside her, holding his hand and pulling him gently along as he struggled against her.

    He sighted a window that faced toward the forest and tried to bolt for it. The woman kept a strong hold on him, however. As he kept straining, though, she sighed and changed their course so they were headed for the window.

    As the boy saw this, he calmed a little and fell in step with her. Finally, they reached it and Diedrick frowned. Why was there a physical barrier between him and outside? The woman took his hand and placed it against the barrier…it was cool and smooth and transparent…but it wasn’t letting him out.

    In his anger, he pulled back his hand, intending to smash it into the barrier. But there was something, unseen, between him and it. Diedrick screamed in pain as he was sent sliding backwards. Then he growled and launched himself at the window. The other barrier was stronger this time and he collapsed, writhing in pain.

    After a while, though, it subsided and he curled into a ball, whimpering slightly, with a very hurt expression.

    The woman sighed and picked him up. “I’m sorry, love, but you had to learn it the hard way. You can’t leave. Not yet.” She stroked his hair and Diedrick leaned into the touch, huddling closer to her. She turned so he could see, better, the forest beyond. He whimpered, reaching out for it. “No, no. You can’t.” The woman sighed. “Not yet, at least.” She stroked his hair a little more and he calmed again. “Come, Di, I’ll show you the rest of the house.” She turned to walk away.

    Diedrick strained, nearly twisting from her arms in an attempt to see outside again.

    The woman sighed again and turned around, placing him on the ground beside the window. Diedrick stared outside, mesmerized. Then he felt himself being lifted up and he was gently placed in a large, very large, cushioned chair. A second later his shirt was removed and a blanket was placed around him.

    He drew the blanket close around him as he stared out the window, having to be content with just viewing the wilderness he used to live in. Finally, after a long silence, he looked up at the woman. He crawled closer to her. “..n…N…Na.a….m…e?” he stuttered.

    She looked a little shocked, but not upset. He watched her expectantly as her eyes glazed a little. Had she not spoken it in a long time? “Sevina Rain,” she finally answered, a little distant.

    “S…Ssssevvvv… S.S..S…e…e..v.i?” Diedrick tried.

    Sevina smiled. “That’s a good try, but not quite. Sev. Ssseeevvv,” she began sounding out her name for him.

    “Seevv. Sssev. Sev. Sev!” Diedrick stated, getting more excited as he tried.

    “Good. Very good, Di.” She held out a pretzel to him.

    Diedrick growled at her and jumped off the chair, hiding behind it.

    Sevina sighed and placed the pretzel on the floor, stepping back. Diedrick watched her warily before creeping out from behind the chair and snatching the pretzel. He shoved it in his mouth and swallowed. But it got stuck in his throat and he started coughing violently.

    “Oh, babe!” Sevina exclaimed, jumping forward and hitting him on the back, not hard enough to hurt him, just hard enough to get the food dislodged.

    Diedrick coughed a few more times before the pretzel came back out. He frowned, staring at it. Then Sevina placed another one on the arm of the chair. The boy took it and took a bite of it, swallowed that, then swallowed the other half. He looked up at her. “S…ev?”

    Her eyes were on him. “Yes, little one?” She seemed conflicted, somehow.

    Unsure of what he was doing, exactly, the boy took a step forward, then another one, until he was about a foot or so away from her. He heard her gasp and watched as she held out her hand to him. He flinched at first, expecting pain to follow. But…after a moment, none came.

    He opened his eyes slowly and stared at her hand. He sniffed it, catching her scent. It wasn’t unpleasant. Diedrick was scared, though, that if he became too attached to her he would not be able to return to the woods. For now, however, he didn’t have much of a choice. He needed to survive and she was actually being nice to him. So he reached his hand up, very slowly, and put it in hers.

    For a moment, nothing happened. Then Sevina closed her hand, gently, around his. “Oh, Di,” she gasped, holding out her other hand.

    He stared at it a moment before putting his other hand in it. Suddenly he was in her arms. But he didn’t mind. He was tired and she wasn’t going to hurt him. He clutched close to her and closed his eyes, leaning his head against her shoulder as she took him upstairs.

    Note: Did you like it? I hope so. Anyway, that is part 4.