In Dreams of Trees : Found in Translation

Wordcount: 984
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (First aid, Mild Cursing)
Summary: Blue and Horn meet the Lost Boys and stay conscious this time.

NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!

There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.

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Found in Translation

When Blue wakes up curled up sideways on a suprsingly comfortable bed, his headaches is gone and a concerned Horn is curled up on his pillow and purring stringly enough to make Blue’s head echo oddly. So it’s a good thing that the headache is gone.

Blue cracks an eye open, but the room is empty except for him and Horn. The door is closed and he bet’s it’s locked as well, but he’s too tired to do much more than give escaping a passing thought.

“Horn?” He moves his head slighty and the elf startles, then hops over his shoulder to stare into his face with worried eyes. “You okay then?”

The elf chirps his yes, but reaches out to brush a lock of hair out of Blues face. Horn trills worriedly, looking to the door and then back to Blue.

“They haven’t done anything, have they?” He’s too tired to move, but if Horn needs him— Horn shakes his head and makes short munching noises.

“Ah.” Shit, Blue tried to sit up, reaching for a pocket in the vest he wasn’t wearing anymore. The movement pulls on his wounds, light as they were, and he turns a gasp into a curse as Horn’s eyes widen in alarm. “S’okay, just sore. Where’s my vest?”

Horn looks back at the door and snorts.

“Great.” Blue looks around the room, trying to find something to feed Horn. If the elf slips into a hungry frenzy, there’s a good chance Blue will be first on the menu.

There’s nothing there, so he grits his teeth against the really bad idea, and then yells. “Hey! Anyone out there? Hello!”

There’s movement from beyond the door and it’s opened by two people who look wary, but are chatting away as if he wasn’t much of a danger. Which he supposes he isn’t.

“What’s he want?” The girl is giving him an annoyed look, but the boy seems pleased to see that Blue’s awake and shrugs.

“Dunno, what do you think? Food, water, whatever anyone wants after those meds.” The man grins at Blue. “Hey dude, we’re not gonna hurt you, see empty hands.” He holds his hands up and Blue relaxes slightly.

“The pet’s awake too, damn that thing gives me the creeps.” The girl shudders overly dramtically and moves to the dresser at the side of the room.

Blue’s arm moves to cradle Horn and he gives the girl a sharp look that she ignores.

“Can you get up?” The man offers Blue a hand, but he shakes his head and leans backwards, protecting Horn.

“I need food,” Blue ignores the girl and focuses on the man, “He needs to eat and soon, I—”

“I’m sure whatever you’re saying is very important,” the man cuts him off, guessturing for Blue to stay. “Just stay here and we’ll get you a doc and some water, takes the taste away right?”

“I need food, not water.” Blue objects, but doesn’t move away when the man helps him pile pillows behind his back so he can sit up against the head of the bed comfortably. “Food?”

“God, doesn’t he have and off switch?” The girl sniffed, tossing the last of the pillows from the dresser at the man. “Why did you bring him back anyway? Black was tyring to kill him, maybe we should have let him finish the job.”

“Hey!” Blue snapped and the two others turn to look at him, startled. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here! I need food and I need it now or so help me, I’m going to hand Horn over and clean up the mess later!”

Horn hissed, a low whistling growl but thankfully nowhere near his frenzy keen.

“Now.” Blue demanded, but the two strangers just stared at him.

“That didn’t sound friendly.” The girl said, now sounding more worried than superior. “Are you sure it’s safe in here? I mean, that thing has teeth.” She was not very subtily putting the man between her and Horn, but speaking in a very soothing tone and smiling nerviously at Blue. “Call David will you, knock them both out and maybe some sleep will make them less angry.”

Blue’s eyes widened at that, he couldn’t afford to sleep any longer, not with Horn so close to frenzy. “No!” He waved his hand at them, trying to make sure he kept ahold of Horn with the other. “No, you can’t!”

There was a pause as the strangers looked at each other.

“Wait, you didn’t do anything that time.” The man said to her quietly, but not soft enough that Blue couldn’t hear him.

“I didn’t do anything the other time either!” She hissed back.

“So why is he yelling?”

“Because you keep ignoring me!” Blue snapped.

“Hey, dude, raise your right hand.” The man asked.

“What?”

“Humor me, okay?”

Blue sighed, frustrated, and shifted Horn around so that he could raise his right hand. “Happy?”

“Shit, he can understand us.” The girl blanched.

“Well that explains a lot.” The man sighed. “Alright, apologies all around, but we can’t understand a word you say so we assumed you couldn’t either. Sara’s not normally that rude.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe he could understand me!” The girl was turning bright red, “Dammitall.”

Blue stared at both of them, thoroughly confused.

Horn made a rowling ‘feed me’ noise and Blue looked down, sheepishly.

“Um, food?” He made eating motions at the man who finally got the hint.

“Yeah, you aren’t up to moving, so stay right there and I’ll be right back. And, yeah, Sara is going to go die of embarassment now.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you did this to me!” She punched the man in the arm, but he just laughed and then the two of them left the room.

Blue didn’t care, at least now they were bringing him food.

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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