Pet-Sitting
'Do you know the teal-eyed boy?' was one of the questions he would have hoped to discourage. (He did not have nor want a pet so he was left ignorant of the fact that pets always ask questions, and not just a few.)
He knew the teal-eyed boy: currently he had hazel eyes and the responsibility of escorting somebody else's pet to any village that wasn't decrepit and corrupted with age. He knew the teal-eyed boy was five years older than a boy should be, but five years was when this pet had met him so in some ways he really was still a boy. He was quite sure the pet was aware of the years, no matter how five more would not change her much and twenty hadn't at all.
'Is he still crazy?' was a question that had no answer, and it would have been kinder not to ask. He could not know the state of his mind, sane or not, if he did not know what sanity was, or wasn't. If it wasn't a tendency toward socially unacceptable things, toward self-harmful things, he could say his sanity had been missing for years but he had it back now. If sanity was believing oneself to be sane, he had never been.
But, he did explain to the pet before leaving her by an equine breeding farm, there was some sanity in being aware of one's lack of it and not much caring. And that teal-eyed boy, now no longer a boy but teal-eyed again, didn't give one flying fuck about it.
Author: jagter se maan
Status: Complete