“I just want to see what it looks like. I mean, and feels like to but-“ he shrugged now, “He might pick you.” The cub remarked with an almost lackadaisical air.
“I don’t want him to pick me!” Quilla declared as she crossed her arms over her bare chest. The girl was nude like her brother, except for an obsidian dagger strapped to her thigh. It had been a gift from her father during her own rite of entrance. “You’re just tired of your own people.”
Nico giggled at that and stuck out his tongue, “I’m not tired of them! Just curious is all. I mean some of the other girls get tourists, but never me.” He said and Quilla could sense just a bit of resentment in her brother’s tone. “If he picks you, I’ll just say that he can do you second. And we’ll run off before he gets to you. Don’t worry about it!” her brother said as he flashed that coy little smile which was perfect at melting men’s hearts and seemed to work quite well on women to! Quilla tried her best to stay angry but finally she just sighed and waved her hand.
“Fine! I’ll do it.” She said at last and Nico clapped his hands together and bounced a little on the tips of his toes.
“Come on, we don’t have too much time. He goes to get water every day just about now. But then he goes back to the mission. And you know how they are there.” The boy said with a look of disgust. Without any further warning he was running, and Quilla swore a little curse before chasing after her brother. She was faster, after all her chosen path was to inherit their father’s estates and one could hardly do that without being able to lead his retinue in battle. But Nico was far from slow and the head start meant it took her a few moments before she caught up to him.
Nico had obviously put a lot of thought into planning this, and he scampered up the rocks that overshadowed the Mission’s well and perched at their edge. Quilla climbed up beside him, the twins peering down below. A missionary was fetching water, one of the younger ones. He’d have just completed his rite of manhood were he a Viscacha. Say what she would about her brother but the boy had good taste, Quilla thought as he looked down at the young canine.
“Come on, let’s go!” Nico whispered before he scampered down the rocks, standing before the man while his sister cursed again and joined him a few seconds later, “Hiya!” the boy said as he smiled up at the foreigner. The mission had taught most of the cities children English, although they hadn’t gained any converts.
“Me and my sister were wondering if well…” he paused now, looking down at his feet while cupping one paw over the other. He looked almost innocent, something which Quilla didn’t believe for a second. That smile was working she saw, the man returning it as he reached out a paw to ruffle her brother’s headfur.
“Wondering what little cub?” he asked.
“Wondering what you felt like.” Nico said as he turned around and lifted up his tail.
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