Just Don't Cry

Not on vacation? Then why was he here? Business, maybe? Danny couldn’t imagine what sort of business someone could have out here in the countryside. He hoped it wasn’t another store opening. That would pretty much be the final nail in the coffin for his business. With that in the back of his mind, he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

Peter gave the smallest of nods at his question, but stayed silent. For something so simple, was there really that much to say? He finally said, “That so?” and looked down at the dirt. Honestly he was just playing in the dirt, and this guy saw, but he said, “Nothing, really. Like you.”

Danny waited patiently for the boy to talk more about what was happening. So they were hunters? That sounded… unorthodox. From what this kid was saying, it sounded like even he thought it was a little weird. Danny wasn’t sure what kind of figure this kid’s dad was, but he sounded kind of odd.

Peter scratched his head. He actually wasn't sure how to answer. He just understood that what his dad did -- it was hunting. Sometimes there wasn't a reason besides practice. He didn't always agree with it, and maybe this guy didn't either. "Well...We mostly are protectors, so we hunt down monsters. We usually don't have to hunt for food unless we are traveling outside towns, too."

You know why a Spider Lily is called the flower of separation? It’s because the leaves and the flowers can never meet. The flowers can only blossom when the leaves are all withered away. They miss one another to grow the sprout and bloom the flowers, but in the end they leave their yearning for each other and never unite. Isn’t it beautiful? Even in death, they seem to miss each other like lovers.

Not on vacation? Then why was he here? Business, maybe? Danny couldn’t imagine what sort of business someone could have out here in the countryside. He hoped it wasn’t another store opening. That would pretty much be the final nail in the coffin for his business. With that in the back of his mind, he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

Peter gave the smallest of nods at his question, but stayed silent. For something so simple, was there really that much to say? He finally said, “That so?” and looked down at the dirt. Honestly he was just playing in the dirt, and this guy saw, but he said, “Nothing, really. Like you.”

 Across the way, there was a boy. Danny made eye-contact with him for a moment, before the boy turned away again to focus on whatever it was he was doing. It seemed like he was just ripping up grass. Not that Danny particularly minded, although it sure didn’t make the patch look pretty. It was more peculiar to him that some kid would be out at this time doing something idle like that.

Oh, no, he was walking over here! Why! Peter puckered his lips and lowered his eyes more, trying to make himself look as busy with the grass as possible, curling some of it around his fingers. It didn't work -- he could see feet in front of him.

Restless

Recently, Peter and his dad found themselves in the town of Trampoli. The continent, Adonea, had much more monsters, many of which Peter had never seen. Even so, the people here were well adjusted to having monsters around, and was, in general, very unlike the deep valleys of Peter's home country. They didn't need hunters, did they? But all the more reason to visit, Peter's dad said. Much was to be learned there.

Sniffling, she insisted, “Yeah, I did it on purpose… H-hush you, I’m fine!” Bounding up to her feet, she turned away from him so she could rub a few large tear drops out of her eyes.

"Why...?" Peter mumbled. He hopped off the bench and watched noiselessly as she collected herself. He opened his mouth, but clamped it shut when she wizzed back around and giggled. It was kind of... creepy.