Tars looks up and grins as one of the younglings throws its arms around his neck and bites down on one of his tusks, growling and shaking its head. It doesn't even move the old warrior.
"Edgar! Sola, why did you?" He tries to be stern, which is hard with a tharkling hanging from one tusk.
"You told me to bring him to you when he awoke."
"Fine," Tars grumbles. He starts to push himself up to standing and another wave of younglings pours over him. "Oh no! I am lost! Help!" He tumbles back to the ground, flat on his belly.
Sola giggles, covering her face with one hand. "You do not speak of this to the other warriors, Sark-Iljat. It is not spoken of, you understand?" She's firm, but not unkind.
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Tars looks up and grins as one of the younglings throws its arms around his neck and bites down on one of his tusks, growling and shaking its head. It doesn't even move the old warrior.
"Edgar! Sola, why did you?" He tries to be stern, which is hard with a tharkling hanging from one tusk.
"You told me to bring him to you when he awoke."
"Fine," Tars grumbles. He starts to push himself up to standing and another wave of younglings pours over him. "Oh no! I am lost! Help!" He tumbles back to the ground, flat on his belly.
Sola giggles, covering her face with one hand. "You do not speak of this to the other warriors, Sark-Iljat. It is not spoken of, you understand?" She's firm, but not unkind.