Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Foundling ❯ Piccolo and Ryven ( Chapter 11 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

"So, then what happened?" The elf who sat next to him looked up at him with large eyes. Not as large as the eyes of the Wolfrider elves, but large non-the-less. She had been with him for nearly three years now and more often than not her childlike way irritated him, though he tried his best not to let her know this. It only worked half the time. She seemed able to read his moods like some could read tea leaves in the bottem of a just-emptied cup.

The story he was telling her to get her to quiet and go back to sleep as he often did since the dreams had not yet left her nor, to his thinking, would they until she came to grips with what they were and what they meant for her to learn.about the past and herself, was one that his sire, the Namek elder had told him once apon a time ago.

The years since then and now seemed so far that he had trouble recalling exact dates and times. When one was always in meditation, one did not count the passage of time as readily as those who are always on one plane of thought. He smiled to himself and thought that Yellowthorn would have called it the now of wolf-thought. Perhaps he had retained some of the wolfrider's ways.even after so long.

She stared up at him, her yellow-gold hair reaching her shoulders and held back from her face by a band of leather, feathers dangled and danced in the evening breeze about her tapered ears.

"Obviously, Ryven." He said, with just a ghost the half-smile that adorned his green face at times when he was speaking to her, "The elder succeeded. I am here now, am I not?"

She looked thoughtful and listened as he discribed the battle that took place between the elder Namek, the one who betrayed him and that one's cold and ruthless 'Master'. The battle that had been discribed to him long ago.

"Do you miss them, Sensei?" Ryven asked, folding her little hands in her lap, her familiar, her wolf-friend, lay at her feet, muzzle across her knees.

"Some days." Was his reply, "Some days I miss them a great deal. Now, lay down and close your eyes. We have a lot of work ahead of us."