♦ Fynnegan ♦
I wait patiently- something I prefer not to do. I waited patiently to get to Bequanna, I am tired of simply waiting. I don't really know what I expect to happen, or even what I want to happen but something is better than nothing. I paw at the ground waiting; Pa said patience is a virtue, Ma said screw it- make your own virtue. I side with Ma, so when I hear the long drawn out greeting from the beast a ways off, I toss my head in greeting and trot up to meet him, I'm not waiting for those slow lumbering legs to meander to me when I can move on up to him too.
Once I stop and he stops he asks me about the giants I speak of. What giants I think of? What giants don't i speak of? Hellllo all the damned beasts here are bigger than me. I feel myself wanting to yell make sure this beast knows I'm no fool, that I won't let back handed insults slide by. In the back of my mind my pa's voice is telling my to calm down- that I am being too excitable. So I look him in the eye and nod, letting my voice fall gently.
Oh, no one in particular- it's just what i like to call you full sized types.
I know most expect my voice to be little, young and meek.But I hear my voice ring and it is full, deep, and strong. There is little about me that is what it seems- guess if comes with the size. I like to think of it as an advantage. One time ma and I were attacked, she saw the enemy approach and had me hide away, I was just a babe then, but she made herself look young. The attacker wasn't expecting a cunning little thing- she kicked him so hard that his cannon bone snapped, ok maybe not snapped but I was young and it sure sounded that way. I mean she kicked him plenty hard that he couldn't run after us- not quickly. Anyway, I mean that I am more than my little size and most don't see it, until later.
I am Fynnegan, nice to meet you, Weir. So what is there to do in this kingdom for a giant and a short legger?
I gave up at the beast, his kind curious eyes are welcoming and i am thankful for that. I watch as he eats contently, and I am sure I could join him but I wish too much for adventure, so I wait patiently. Why must patience be some universal virtue? I'd much do without it.
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