Serena cherry:sorry that it has been so long. What with me being sick,
D.F.Y.S bothering me, and having councling and now having cat testing I
have a lot of stress going on. Well pleas R+R. I'm glade that at least
THREE people of who read it like my story!
Chapter Two:
Crying an hour makes men really sour.' But laughter and play, is the waking of the next sunny day.
Little John and the men, who had been sleeping peacefully, all woke up when a shrill cry went up into the air as Robin, who's blue eyes were filled with tears, ran over and jumped onto little John with a wail.
It took a moment to proccess this for little John, but once he did, he smiled gently and set the child on his lap, while trying to sooth his wild cries. It now had been only a year since he and the men had taken the youth in, and already he showed plenty of promise. He was good at fighting, and very smart, while-with that-he loved to learn new things and was very good at staying out of the way. But most of all Robin, who hadn't a better hobby then that, loved to do archery.
But they had learned something when he had been whith them. Robin was scared stiff of three things; being left alone for any peirod of time, or left in the dark, and also he was affraid of thunder storms. Although he was intregued by them, he never really did appritiate the loud booming thunder and the long scaley lighting.
But that didn't bother them, nore did the nightmares he had oftenly, it truned into a natrual thing to them, and the only thing they worried about, was him getting captured becuse, you see,they knew that they wouldn't be getting him back if he was. But ,sadly, Robin desired and needed the one thing he couldn't have, friends of his own age.
Now, it wasn't that Robin disliked them. On the contrary, he treated them like they were children, while they treated him like an adult. It was just a need to have someone who was the same age. They never realy got it, but dicided it better not to ask.
Robin, who was a good hight for his age, with blond, curly hair that was so bright some swore it was the sun, and blue eyes that were like a May sky that shown with happiness, had bad expeirence with people outside the forest; so by that, Little John and the others feared him going near the towns or villages.
"Now what did he dream about?"groaned David from nearby. It was surprising, but David had softened over the first month nicely with Robin around. Melting all their hearts with his peircing gaze, no one could ever hate Robin.
Little John shrugged and looked down to the child who's head was bowed. He was busy wiping tears and snot on Little John's jacket, while bawling his eyes out. John flinched and groaned, some of the men chuckling when they saw this, and peeled the child off of him.
"Now there my little Robin,"said John softly," What bothers you so?"
Rubbing his eyes a final time and taking a great sniff, while still having small hiccups, Robin, teary eyed and fat liped, said in a shaky voice,"I had a bad dream."
That., to the men, was obvious. And that was just what David was thinking so he, not being shy or one to be an early riser, voiced his thought.
Robin blinked, sniffed, and truned his head to the side.
"Oh."
The forest was silent until David spoke again.
"So...so are..are you going to tell us, or... are you just going to sit there."
Robin smiled while a sly look entered his now dry eye,"Tell you what."
The men in the group couldn't help but grin, Robin was wonderful at mind games.
"You know what."
Robin blinked cutely while looking to them red faced, half awake, giggling men before turning back to the now wide awake David, who was glaring down at him menicingly. He could almost see LIttle John's smile.
"What do you mean ' I know what?'"
"You know what I mean."
"What do you mean."
"You know."
"Know what?"
David glared, while some of the men held their breaths from laughing aloud. If you wanted to see something funny here, it was a full grown man having a fight with a kid and most likely losing.
"You know what I mean. The Dream."
Robin looked like he was thinking really hard before saying slowly.
"What dream."
"Your dream."
"My dream?"
"Yes,"David sighed as though this was really relieving," Your dream."
"What was it about."
"I don't know what it was about."
"Yes you do,"Robin seemed proud of this sentence.
"No I don't. I didn't dream it. You did."
"You told me you knew about it."
"Yes I knew about the dream."
"What dream?"
"Ugh!!!"David stomped of while mumbling something about having to go out. The others meanwhile were having a gay old time laughing their heads off.
"Oops,"Robin cutely shrugged, while he snuggled up to Little John trying to hide his face from the sun that was just now rising.
"Oh no you dont,"growled Little John playfully, and soon Robin was being spun around by Little John giving whild shreiks of happiness.
Once Little John was done he put the small, tender youth down to the ground and they laughed as he walked from one side to the other his small green hat half way in his face and his large night shirt hanging onto him sliping off one shoulder.
He giggled, and stumbled forward, like a drunken fool, before swaying onto his bottom, landing with a small 'oof'.
Little John picked him up, while turning to the men,"I guess it is about time to wake up. I'll get Robin dressed this fine morning." He ruffled Robin's hair as he said so, making the small child giggle, trying to get his hat straight. ' Walking over to another sleeping matt he picked up Robins belongings and shifted through them, before coming across a clean white shirt with green tunic and shorts.
While dressing the small child he said.
"So. What do you want to do today."
The boy stuck his tongue out to the side with one eye closed looking up to the sky before declaring,"Play and...and...play and then maybe a little more play."
Little John chuckled at the mischeivious boy and said,"Yes, but what do you 'have' to do."He of course was referring to Robin's studies, and he knew the boy knew it. Even though Robin liked to learn he was like every other child and was a bit reluctant to do so, and wanted to play instead.
"I have to play and stay out ot the way while playing some more."
"Have you forgotten about your studies,"John tried to sound surprised.
Robin bilnked,"I did? What studies."
"How about your history?"
"Oh,"said Robin,"Those studies. I'll do 'em. And play."
John chuckled before changing the subject,"How about that dream."
"What dream?"
"Your dream."
The men started to chuckle again.
Chapter Two:
Crying an hour makes men really sour.' But laughter and play, is the waking of the next sunny day.
Little John and the men, who had been sleeping peacefully, all woke up when a shrill cry went up into the air as Robin, who's blue eyes were filled with tears, ran over and jumped onto little John with a wail.
It took a moment to proccess this for little John, but once he did, he smiled gently and set the child on his lap, while trying to sooth his wild cries. It now had been only a year since he and the men had taken the youth in, and already he showed plenty of promise. He was good at fighting, and very smart, while-with that-he loved to learn new things and was very good at staying out of the way. But most of all Robin, who hadn't a better hobby then that, loved to do archery.
But they had learned something when he had been whith them. Robin was scared stiff of three things; being left alone for any peirod of time, or left in the dark, and also he was affraid of thunder storms. Although he was intregued by them, he never really did appritiate the loud booming thunder and the long scaley lighting.
But that didn't bother them, nore did the nightmares he had oftenly, it truned into a natrual thing to them, and the only thing they worried about, was him getting captured becuse, you see,they knew that they wouldn't be getting him back if he was. But ,sadly, Robin desired and needed the one thing he couldn't have, friends of his own age.
Now, it wasn't that Robin disliked them. On the contrary, he treated them like they were children, while they treated him like an adult. It was just a need to have someone who was the same age. They never realy got it, but dicided it better not to ask.
Robin, who was a good hight for his age, with blond, curly hair that was so bright some swore it was the sun, and blue eyes that were like a May sky that shown with happiness, had bad expeirence with people outside the forest; so by that, Little John and the others feared him going near the towns or villages.
"Now what did he dream about?"groaned David from nearby. It was surprising, but David had softened over the first month nicely with Robin around. Melting all their hearts with his peircing gaze, no one could ever hate Robin.
Little John shrugged and looked down to the child who's head was bowed. He was busy wiping tears and snot on Little John's jacket, while bawling his eyes out. John flinched and groaned, some of the men chuckling when they saw this, and peeled the child off of him.
"Now there my little Robin,"said John softly," What bothers you so?"
Rubbing his eyes a final time and taking a great sniff, while still having small hiccups, Robin, teary eyed and fat liped, said in a shaky voice,"I had a bad dream."
That., to the men, was obvious. And that was just what David was thinking so he, not being shy or one to be an early riser, voiced his thought.
Robin blinked, sniffed, and truned his head to the side.
"Oh."
The forest was silent until David spoke again.
"So...so are..are you going to tell us, or... are you just going to sit there."
Robin smiled while a sly look entered his now dry eye,"Tell you what."
The men in the group couldn't help but grin, Robin was wonderful at mind games.
"You know what."
Robin blinked cutely while looking to them red faced, half awake, giggling men before turning back to the now wide awake David, who was glaring down at him menicingly. He could almost see LIttle John's smile.
"What do you mean ' I know what?'"
"You know what I mean."
"What do you mean."
"You know."
"Know what?"
David glared, while some of the men held their breaths from laughing aloud. If you wanted to see something funny here, it was a full grown man having a fight with a kid and most likely losing.
"You know what I mean. The Dream."
Robin looked like he was thinking really hard before saying slowly.
"What dream."
"Your dream."
"My dream?"
"Yes,"David sighed as though this was really relieving," Your dream."
"What was it about."
"I don't know what it was about."
"Yes you do,"Robin seemed proud of this sentence.
"No I don't. I didn't dream it. You did."
"You told me you knew about it."
"Yes I knew about the dream."
"What dream?"
"Ugh!!!"David stomped of while mumbling something about having to go out. The others meanwhile were having a gay old time laughing their heads off.
"Oops,"Robin cutely shrugged, while he snuggled up to Little John trying to hide his face from the sun that was just now rising.
"Oh no you dont,"growled Little John playfully, and soon Robin was being spun around by Little John giving whild shreiks of happiness.
Once Little John was done he put the small, tender youth down to the ground and they laughed as he walked from one side to the other his small green hat half way in his face and his large night shirt hanging onto him sliping off one shoulder.
He giggled, and stumbled forward, like a drunken fool, before swaying onto his bottom, landing with a small 'oof'.
Little John picked him up, while turning to the men,"I guess it is about time to wake up. I'll get Robin dressed this fine morning." He ruffled Robin's hair as he said so, making the small child giggle, trying to get his hat straight. ' Walking over to another sleeping matt he picked up Robins belongings and shifted through them, before coming across a clean white shirt with green tunic and shorts.
While dressing the small child he said.
"So. What do you want to do today."
The boy stuck his tongue out to the side with one eye closed looking up to the sky before declaring,"Play and...and...play and then maybe a little more play."
Little John chuckled at the mischeivious boy and said,"Yes, but what do you 'have' to do."He of course was referring to Robin's studies, and he knew the boy knew it. Even though Robin liked to learn he was like every other child and was a bit reluctant to do so, and wanted to play instead.
"I have to play and stay out ot the way while playing some more."
"Have you forgotten about your studies,"John tried to sound surprised.
Robin bilnked,"I did? What studies."
"How about your history?"
"Oh,"said Robin,"Those studies. I'll do 'em. And play."
John chuckled before changing the subject,"How about that dream."
"What dream?"
"Your dream."
The men started to chuckle again.
