Chapter 12
Salix awoke early next morning. He clutched his head, there was a throbbing pain emanating from a pert round lump on his forehead.
“ How’d that get there “ he wondered
He sat up slowly, the pain increased as he took the vertical,
“ Ooh me poor noggin “ he whispered to himself, he lay back down to try and sleep it off but within minutes Hedera was poking him in the back.
“ Come on then Salix wakey wakey let’s get going “
“ Ohh me ‘ead “ he moaned “ What the ‘eck ‘appened last night “
Hedera started to giggle “ I wonder what my little piggypine, my little chuckduck “
Salix was quite perplexed “ What are you on about “
“ Never you mind , just pack up your stuff, lets get going “ chuckled Hedera
Hedera rolled his sleeping cloth into a ball and stuffed it in his pocket, meanwhile Salix was struggling to get his small enough to go back in his sack,
“ Can’t you just stuff it in your pockets Hedera “ he asked
" Sorry mate, I’ll lose it as it not mine “
“ Eh, what do you mean “
“ Because I didn’t personally pick it for my use or choose to keep it, because it’s not mine it won’t spring to hand when I want it “
" Well just choose to keep it then "
" Weelll..it's not as easy as that, somehow the pockets know it's not really mine "
“ O right “ Salix wasn’t quite sure if this was true or just an excuse “ Why don’t you get weighed down by all the good junk that’s in there “ he asked
“ I’m not sure “ replied Hedera “ It’s like all the stuff gets sifted away to a parralel entity, if you look in the pocket it’s empty, when you stick your hand in, whatever you think of or similar jumps to hand, depends what you’ve put in there in the first place.”
“ So what would happen if I put my hand in “ enquired Salix
“ It wouldn’t work , several have tried to pick them, some were shocked, another was sucked in never to be seen again , another lost his arm.”
“ Wooo heavy, have you tried getting in an havin’ a look “
“ Yep, but it just closes up tight, can’t get past the lip “
“ Bummer , it’s like what ever’s in there don’t want you to know about it “
“ Mmmm “ thought Hedera “ To be honest mate all I know is we get them a few months after birth, your father's coat or mother's handbag brings forth material when your of age, the coat is made , then it grows with you, before you ask, no, no one else can wear it, they just shrivel within minutes if some one else puts it on so it’s useless if stolen.”
“ That’s amazin’ “
"If you say so , never really thought about it before, it’s just accepted , part of every day life for a Dwinip.
“ What if you lose it or forget it , what then, “
" No chance your fur bristles as if it’s calling out for the coat “
“ Get away , don’t you get hot in it ? “
“ Nope , all our heat exchange is from the neck up, everything from the coat down stays a constant temperature. “
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FantasyTale of adventure, self discovery ,dragons and a little bit of love. Botanica is a stricken world, dying, it's valuable resources continually depleting to a critical level. The ever increasing intensity of the sun is burning away what remains, only...
