10 June 2012
Before I even thought to have any suspicions, he walked over to our stools at the bar area of his wooden building. "Takes some getting used too, don't worry about it. It's that sorta drink, 'cos I add something to make it... Interesting." He said, attempting to reassure me. Hetro held up his hand, a gesture as to say he was alright. I patted his back firmly and he coughed a bit more, then sat up; his eyes red. "Oh, sorry, we forgot to ask, what's your name?" I asked the man. "My name's Ketrafucho, but call me Ketra. Or Fucho. Or just Ketrafucho." He replied with a smile. "Sure, don't ask if I'm alright." Hetro said, looking up. "You were overreacting I bet." I said, shaking my head a bit. I then looked at my drink, which was still securely in my hand - the one I hadn't patted Hetro's back with. I took a sip, and the foam stuck to my mouth, and created a small goatee. Hetro, Ketra and I laughed, then I wiped it off with my hand. When I had got through the layer of foam, a warm, sweet liquid met my lips underneath. The foam had, had a faint sweet taste to it, but the actual drink had an immense amount of sweetness too it. I didn't mind though, in fact I enjoyed it because the warmth added a calming to the sweetness and offered a soothing taste. "This is lovely!" I say, awing at the drink. Ketra's eyes light up in approval as he said, "I'm glad, that drink's one of my favorites." "What is your favourite?" Hetro enquired. "Water. Nature's gift to all animals, a source that without, we cannot live." Ketra replied. "Don't you find the taste boring?" Hetro asked. "It is a mere taste of what this planet offers, it cannot be boring for me." I nodded in approval of his answer. Never have I met someone so passionate about water. There was a short silence as Hetro and I drank, Hetro wincing a little but still enjoying it and getting used to it. "So ya from another place den?" Ketra asked. "Yeah, a camp not to far away." I replied, as I, yet again, wiped froth from my mouth. A 'froth moustache' as my mother would call it. "Oh, a camp? What are they like?" Tetra questioned. "Well they're a lot smaller than Tribes, that's for sure. Less people as well." I answered. "Yeah, and instead of these tipis we have tents." Hetro added. "What's the difference?" Ketra said. "Well instead of, uh, actually I don't know for sure." Hetro said, then looked at me for an answer. I filled in for him, "I think it's that the support of the tipi ends up high and meets in the middle, whereas in tents the support never meets but stands in it's place and the fabric is draped over it. And that the tipis are in a cone type shape and tents can be in any shape." "Oh right. Because I've never seen a tent before, so I wouldn't know. Thanks." He said with a smile, then continued with another question after taking in the information. "And if you are from a camp an in our land, how are you still alive?" "Hetro stood up for us against your leader. For trespassing we have to do this special mission thing, which I'm not so much looking forward to." His expression changed from amused and neutral, to shocked and pitiful. "A 'special mission'? Well no, I wouldn't be happy either, because that's pretty much a death sentence itself!" He said, eyes wide. "At least that's what everyone says, because no one's ever came back from 'em..."
- - - Sorry for the lack of posting! It's either been camping, sleep-overs, homework or more camping. (^_^;) But since the holiday is over I'll be back and writing and posting at my usual time. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! The next will come out next weekend. o(^▽^)o
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