It's a pleasant day in the bustling Murkwater village. Burrower children play with the cap of an acorn like a frisbee, adolescents tug twigs and materials for the builders to use in constructing more huts and bridges, adults return from their hunts with food for their tribesmen and women...
Jowy, however? Jowy is stuck cleaning the dragonfly pens. Again. This is the 4th time this week...
"It's just not fair..." Jowy grumbles to himself, as he clears off a saddle with a small piece of silk.
"How come Nowe gets to go with the hunters an' foragers and I'm stuck here, cleaning up the 'fly stables? Bet I could hunt too..." The burrower boy grumbles, wiping sweat from his brow.
Honestly, it's not like he's not happy for Nowe. And he knows he's not the most impressive size - even for a burrower. But, damn it...he wants to PROVE himself. Wants to be like his mom and dad. He wants...a chance.
Someone enters the stable. Jowy nearly hits his head as he jolts up in surprise. "Ah! Oh..."
The boy rolls his eyes. "Hey, вы...what's up?" вы, a fellow Murkwater burrower. They've known each other for years - but then again, that goes for everyone here. It's a real close-knit community, naturally.
Still...maybe вы could be his ticket out of here.
"...hey, uhm...while you're here, вы..." Jowy starts, a wry smile crossing his face. "Diiiiid you wanna sneak out tonight? Out of the village? We could go cross the murky lake and explore the brushlands...or the leafy plains!"
Jowy fidgets excitedly, mind already conjuring images of adventures to come.
"Come onnn! You know you wanna...We won't go far! Just a little adventure, a bit of fun for once! Whaddya say?"
Jowy flicks his head to get his spiky hair out of his eyes, brown eyes blinking hopefully at вы. Come on...
