Moby continued to stand atop the awning, arms crossed as he considered Xavier’s offer. The prospect of cooked food was certainly enticing as evidenced in the boy’s phantom chewing, but he wasn’t as easily persuaded as the other lost children. The human girl speaking the beastly language, as well as the two mixed children who’d started to walk away, all turned back with a lack of subtlety suggesting a measure of retained innocence in spite of their unfortunate lot in life. Responding to the recognition of his position among the lost children, Moby turned toward Mashdara with a measure of earnestness which didn’t match his young face.
“Miss Mash, is this guy legit?” Moby asked with a serious look.
Mashdara suppressed a wider smile so as not to offend the boy; few of the children in that neighborhood enjoyed being called ‘adorable.’ “Yes, he’s certainly legitimate.”
“No, really. Can you vouch for him? Is he working for any of the shopkeepers?” Moby asked more assertively.
At that question, Mashdara paused strategically. Her beliefs prohibited her from using deception, so she had to answer very carefully. “If Mr. Chillbain had been hired by any organization in town, I would have known already,” she replied, strategically using a conditional clause to avoid making a definitive statement. She didn’t doubt Xavier, but the child seemed to know her well enough to ask her tough (for her) questions.
Though Moby’s body language remained defensive, the discerning would notice a measure of hope - and hunger - in his prompt acceptance of her reassurance. “Fair trade,” Moby said, his jaw steeled in a manner which the boy thought to mean serious business. “If you do come back.”
“Miss Mash, is this guy legit?” Moby asked with a serious look.
Mashdara suppressed a wider smile so as not to offend the boy; few of the children in that neighborhood enjoyed being called ‘adorable.’ “Yes, he’s certainly legitimate.”
“No, really. Can you vouch for him? Is he working for any of the shopkeepers?” Moby asked more assertively.
At that question, Mashdara paused strategically. Her beliefs prohibited her from using deception, so she had to answer very carefully. “If Mr. Chillbain had been hired by any organization in town, I would have known already,” she replied, strategically using a conditional clause to avoid making a definitive statement. She didn’t doubt Xavier, but the child seemed to know her well enough to ask her tough (for her) questions.
Though Moby’s body language remained defensive, the discerning would notice a measure of hope - and hunger - in his prompt acceptance of her reassurance. “Fair trade,” Moby said, his jaw steeled in a manner which the boy thought to mean serious business. “If you do come back.”
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