“Thank you Press.” She was relieved to find some help. She listened contently as she heard the sound of dog-food being poured into the bowl, then the sound of Carl’s happy chomping. “Does he have water? I’m sorry…” She heard the sound of water as well, then a plate and cup were put into her own hand. Would ask for coffee, no milk or sugar. She heard the word ‘bagel’ in the air, but did not understand its context. “Might I have a bagel please? Is there any butter or jam for it?” She figured it would be easier to ask for something that everyone was already eating. “Thank you very much.” She would have to make him breakfast in the future to return his kindness. (Occasionally she heard noises coming from him. Small clicking noises, or low tones, or a soft ‘whirrrr’. She wondered if the noises had something to do with his power, but did not ask.)
Press had found some strawberry jelly for her bagel. As she ate she tried to ignore Nathan and Cora’s exchange, it made her stomach churn and she was only able to eat half the doughy ring. Magara remained at the counter to eat her breakfast where she easily avoided both Nathanial and Coraline at the table and couch.
On the matter of their physical fitness training Magara did not have anything to say. She might shrug or nod. She assumed that she would be excused from any actual sport or difficult activity, just as she was in her physical education classes at school. Sometimes the teachers would try to get her into something simple like sit ups or push-ups. If she did only a few and stopped no one ever reprimanded her or encouraged her to push her forward. No one had expected much from her.
“Linn, Hello. What were you taking care of?” That train of thought was interrupted as she felt her scarf loosen around her head, then vanish.
Her hair would poof out like a dandelion, perhaps looking a bit ridiculous and lumpy after having been under the scarf. Then Linn carefully gathered it all up in her hands and tied it off in the back. Magara felt a bit exposed, but surprisingly, no one else in the room seemed to have an emotional-reaction to the state of her hair. So, she said “Thanks, It is fine.” She felt it with her hands every so often thereafter, as if checking to make sure everything was still in place.
She tilted her hand, hearing the sound of Linn biting it the apple. “Is that an Apple? Is there another?”
~
Carl would visit everyone during his ‘morning patrol’. After his official breakfast was done he ‘made the rounds’, sniffing everyone at least once (This was to confirm the identities, health, and general well-being of each squad member, as well as assist in leftover disposal should the soldiers find themselves with any extra food), patrolling the perimeter (to ensure general security and check for bombs that may have been planted the night before), and so on and so forth (He was a very energetic dog).
Carl noticed but was unaffected by the conflict between the two recruits. He knew that the one-who-smelled-like-burning-toast bothered his Dearest Human, but was not deemed an active threat at this time. Their fight was only normal behavior for newly formed squads and packs, they were trying to assert social and physical dominance within their ranks. Thankfully Carl knew that deep down inside he was the Alpha-dog, however his priority mission was, and always will be, Dearest Human. These squabbling pups should have felt lucky that he was out of the contest by default.
Press had found some strawberry jelly for her bagel. As she ate she tried to ignore Nathan and Cora’s exchange, it made her stomach churn and she was only able to eat half the doughy ring. Magara remained at the counter to eat her breakfast where she easily avoided both Nathanial and Coraline at the table and couch.
On the matter of their physical fitness training Magara did not have anything to say. She might shrug or nod. She assumed that she would be excused from any actual sport or difficult activity, just as she was in her physical education classes at school. Sometimes the teachers would try to get her into something simple like sit ups or push-ups. If she did only a few and stopped no one ever reprimanded her or encouraged her to push her forward. No one had expected much from her.
“Linn, Hello. What were you taking care of?” That train of thought was interrupted as she felt her scarf loosen around her head, then vanish.
Her hair would poof out like a dandelion, perhaps looking a bit ridiculous and lumpy after having been under the scarf. Then Linn carefully gathered it all up in her hands and tied it off in the back. Magara felt a bit exposed, but surprisingly, no one else in the room seemed to have an emotional-reaction to the state of her hair. So, she said “Thanks, It is fine.” She felt it with her hands every so often thereafter, as if checking to make sure everything was still in place.
She tilted her hand, hearing the sound of Linn biting it the apple. “Is that an Apple? Is there another?”
~
Carl would visit everyone during his ‘morning patrol’. After his official breakfast was done he ‘made the rounds’, sniffing everyone at least once (This was to confirm the identities, health, and general well-being of each squad member, as well as assist in leftover disposal should the soldiers find themselves with any extra food), patrolling the perimeter (to ensure general security and check for bombs that may have been planted the night before), and so on and so forth (He was a very energetic dog).
Carl noticed but was unaffected by the conflict between the two recruits. He knew that the one-who-smelled-like-burning-toast bothered his Dearest Human, but was not deemed an active threat at this time. Their fight was only normal behavior for newly formed squads and packs, they were trying to assert social and physical dominance within their ranks. Thankfully Carl knew that deep down inside he was the Alpha-dog, however his priority mission was, and always will be, Dearest Human. These squabbling pups should have felt lucky that he was out of the contest by default.
