Seth and Gibraltr
The Nation - 6:00 AM
Seth leaned back against the trunk of a tree watching Sophie examine her new weapon. He tore off a chunk of pork with his teeth. It was still good.
She hadn’t been very conversational the night before, and the silence had continued into the morning. Considering how strange of an experience she just had, it was understandable.
Where had this pool come from? He knew it had not been here before. Had it?
Sophie sat in a patch of morning sunlight under the dense canopy of the forest. The dagger’s jewels glittered in the light.
She moved from inspecting into the blue sapphire, to checking the sharpness of the blade with her thumb. When she pulled her thumb away, a thin cut appeared on her skin, blood trickling.
She needs a sheath for that, he thought.
She brought her thumb to her mouth, sucking at it gently. Then she looked up at him as if surprised to see him there.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey.”