Two weeks passed since Eldnacthgin lost Aralia. He had no idea what happened to the fräulein, she was just gone one morning. First he thought he should look in a forest, that's where he met her after all. After taking a step out of Adela he began to have second thoughts though. What if he couldn't find her and got lost? The cat boy didn't like the country unless he was there on a day off with the Major or Fritz or Kilian, all of whom weren't there. Choosing to stay in the village wasn't a terribly hard decision.
Living in the village was a different story. He felt awkward there, wasn't used to the low technology or speaking this language that was something like English. And the theives! On the third night by himself he woke up to find a boy (he couldn't have been more than twelve!) trying to steal his belt. Eld swatted the schweinehund with his cap, driving him away, but the next morning he discovered his armband missing. He never quite go over the shock of losing it...
In fact, he was currently perched on a crate trying to figure out just why the theif chose that particular part of his uniform to steal. He tapped a finger on the brim of his cap, swung his booted feet back and forth (thumping a heel against the crate every now and then), and flicked his tan tail side to side. It was noon, a bit hot for an autumn day and this crate was sitting under an overhang that provided a nice bit of shade.
"Hey you, boy!" A voice belonging to the owner of the crate hollared.
Eld stopped fidgiting and looked at the man, who was brandishing an iron pot in a threatening manner. The crate owner wasn't too pleased with this freeloader kicking his shop's future wares.
"Get," he swung the pot at the open street and scowled.
Eld pressed his ears against his head and looked up at the man, giving him a pitiful look that usually succeeded against the Major-
The man thumped the pot against his hand.
-when the Major wasn't angry at him... Eld sighed and stood up, balancing his cap over his ears and crossing his arms behind his back.
The man still scowled. He'd be happy when the foreigner was good and far away from any of his crates. Not only was he bad for the wares but he looked ridiculous in that military-looking costume, so different from the one the Adelan army favored. The guards should have trounced him for daring to walk around like that, what if a citizen didn't know and thought that this boy actually had some authority? It would be an outrage. He thumped the pot against his hand again. That was the last warning, the next one would be going in the foreigner's skull.
Eld just stared at the man. He was off the crate, shouldn't he be going back to his shop by now? Maybe he figured Eld would be right back on the crate the second he turned his back. He just wanted to stand in the shade, the sun would boil him alive if he spent too much time in it in this heavy uniform.
A vein ticked on the man's forhead, he pressed his lips together, raised the pot and stamped towards Eldnacthgin, whose eyes got quite wide.
"I told you to get!"
