He had finally turned around. Staring straight into my eyes. His eyes. His eyes were odd. The looked as if they were of the most saddest humans. As if he was a monster and was cast away from his family. But at the same time. He looked as if he could be so happy. It was unexplainable. He was an odd man. Odd to describe. But completly easy to at the same time.
He had not talked. But merely picked up a fish and sat infront of the fire eating it. I never thought it was rude to eat in front of someone when they were eating. I always thought that was a stupid rule. Manors are for thos rich people who can only come up with such stupid complicated things. Things that they call edicate. I called it mere nonsense. A waist of time.
But he just stared me down as I lay there, I think with my mouth open slightly but I wasn't sure. Just tearing away at it. Almost down to the stick. Not taking the time to savor it. He was just like me. I never liked to keep a meal sitting there. Taking a bite. Wiping my face. Making a conversation. Then that same routine. I just ate it. Left. And didn't make a bother of it to see how anyone else was doing, unless I knew something HAD happened. But I was rather good with the village news. I usually knew what was going one
Anyway. He stuck the stick in his mouth and chewed on it. He looked like he was thinking. Thinking long and hard. I would have gulped but I didn't want to make a move. I don't think I even blinked. He put his elbow on his knee and rested his head in his hand. "Why were you out in the snow like that?"
I blinked. Speechless. He had talked. The first time. Talked. To me. I wanted to make sure there wasn't any other boy who could have been lost out in the snow behind me. But then I would have made a fool of myself. He looked a me and waved his hand for me to carry out an answer. "Well?"
I stared up into the sky. Silent for a few seconds while he awaited his answer.
"I had to run."
He stared me down again. Didn't even look like he was confused. But thinking it over anyways. "Where to?"
"Away."
"Away to where?"
"I don't know?"
"Aimless running then?"
"I guess."
"How come?"
"I was told to."
"By...?"
"An old man."
"Why?"
"Don't know."
"No reason what so ever?"
"None that I know of."
It carried on like that for about 5 minutes. Question after question. Each with short answers. I had never thought to ask him anything. Course I didn't really want to get familiar with this man. This man who was...was out in the middle of no where. He had found me. Helped me. And asked me questions. Did he wan to get to know me or something? Did he want to stay around me. I didn't so much as want to think of those questions. I was already being shot down with them by him in the first place.
There was a silence. I had finally sat up. I hadn't even noticed. I was wearing a dark navy blue sweater, some army cargo pants, and some wool socks. He had dressed me. I wrinkled my nose thinking of that.
He was still staring at me. Either that or the fire. Both were in the line of view. Silent..."What's your name."
My head shot up. I had completly forgot that I actually had a name. I never thought he would ask me that. Nor did I think to ask him that. My name. My name...do I still have one? Should I make one up?
"Do you have one?"
I ran through my head thinking. 'do I?"
"Well?"
"Willis."
"...Willis...Old fashioned name."
"You're point?" I hadn't a care for how I sounded while saying that. "What about yours?"
"Ray."
I stared at him with an odd expression. And then laid back down not facing him.