September
17, 2003
“Don’t even look at
me Nishien,” Buddi winced as Ursa got up without
saying a word and headed over to Timmy. She pulled him out of his seat and
smacked his backside hard several times.
“You're going to
watch that language,” the seven year old glared at Ursa. Buddi wanted to jump
across the table and teach a lesson of his own to Timmy, but a look from Ursa
made him stay where he was.
“Buddi, you can have
the day to play; Timmy I want you to come train with me.” She instructed as she
headed out the door.
Buddi leaned over to
the boy spoke, hard and cold,
“You stay away from
her.”
Timmy rolled his
eyes as he spoke,
“Or
what, Mamma’s boy? You're
going to go crying to her?” Buddi had to use everything he had to not jump at
the cub. He turned and headed outside to
play instead.
Unnoticed to Buddi,
he had left his flute on the table. It hit Timmy’s eyes. An evil grin went
across his face. He got up and walked over to Buddi’s place, and took it in
hand. Then he headed out passed the gates.
“Kid, I thought Ursa
said for you to go train with her.”
“Shut up Byo hazard, I do as I want, got it?” Timmy growled he
dodged the hand that had tried to connect with his face.
“You're a slow
nisha, Byo hazard!” For miles you could have seen
Ryo’s face turning bright red. Timmy took that as the sign to leave.
Once out in the open,
Timmy spotted where Buddi was; he called to him. Buddi looked up to see what
Timmy wanted. The seven year old pulled Buddi’s prized possession out and
showed it to him. Buddi growled and charged at him; he stopped as soon as Timmy
waved the thing over the side of the canyon.
“You come any closer
it goes over the side.” Buddi glared at the child, thinking of a way to get
that flute back; he looked behind him a bit to see Ursa walking up behind him
and she looked MAD! He knew that she had to come and get him to train. But she
was far more angrier than that. It made Buddi shiver.
She turned the boy around,
“I told you to come
to me, you pick on my boy, and you disrespect one of my best guards.” She
reached to grab hold of his ear, he backed up making her miss, but she grabbed
his arm.
“Let go of me, you
old Hag!” It was taking everything that she had not to just kill the cub. Instead
of fighting with him, she just picked him up and carried him back. But not before
handing Buddi his flute back