“Where is he? I haven’t seen him yet.”
Shrugging, Tarrlok answered, “Oh, he’s probably out by the cliffs. He goes there a lot these days.”
Tahlia smiled. “Alright. I’ll find him.”
“Stop by the house for a cup of hot cocoa when you come back!” Tarrlok called after her.
Tahlia smiled. Now that was more like the Tarrlok she knew.
Noatak sat, hugging his knees to his chest, and gazing out over the vast expanse of land that spread out before him. Ominous storm clouds were gathering, churning and rolling together like great, dark waves.
He didn’t seem to mind the cold, nor the biting wind that nipped at his face. As he stared, unblinking, over the landscape, no thought could be read from his ever-expressionless face.
However, a slight smile touched his lips as he turned his head a little bit.
“It’s no use, Tahlia. You can’t sneak up on me.” He raised his hand, motioning for her to come forward.
“I never can! You’re so good! How can you always tell I’m coming?” Tahlia said, running forward to sit by him.
“That’s my little secret.” He replied. The smile faded from his face as he turned back to face the storm.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Tahlia asked.