[It's unexpected to have him go along so willingly with the game. This guy drops everything in the same way the two elves had immediately packed up their belongings to go play hide and seek in the jungle. She thinks it's-
Because they're nice. Because it's fun. Because things are different here and running and hiding can be games instead of ways to survive. She doesn't need to sit behind rocks and hold her breath so crying apparitions can't hear her. She doesn't need to speedrun through the sewer to avoid being burned by creatures who managed to create fire from all the hatred in their hearts. All she has to do is avoid a kind man who makes fish and help her new friend win. There's nothing dangerous about it.
With Goli by her side, she whispers her childish plan to him. 'You have to run very fast-' is what she says, excitement pouring out of every word '-so he can't catch you. That's how you play'
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And she reaches out for Goli's little claw paw hand, as if he doesn't have a clue about how to manage, and points in the direction he should run. She has to prime him on the tips and tricks of the game in the few seconds remaining.
'You should run this way-I'll run that way.'
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Which is what they used to say, she thinks. Did she play tag with the other children? Or was it a memory from a book she couldn't remember the title to?
nine
Regardless, it's a chance for her now and she knows there's one last number that's supposed to follow, but this guy is already running towards her. Elated would be the best way to describe her reaction. It's not cheating if the fun starts sooner-he must be looking forward to it, in the same way she is.
And the best part about living in a post-apocalyptic world where everything is out to kill you, you get pretty good at running. If there was an island track team, she would be recruited in a heartbeat. She gives Goli a light pat on his claw paw and bolts to the left, like there's a ghost on her tail.
Her eyes remain focused on whatever Goli's doing, to see if he needs more tag advice, but she's listening for Guzma as she runs. The sound of his pounding feet and whatever other noises he's making to figure out which direction to turn, twist and head towards.
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Because they're nice. Because it's fun. Because things are different here and running and hiding can be games instead of ways to survive. She doesn't need to sit behind rocks and hold her breath so crying apparitions can't hear her. She doesn't need to speedrun through the sewer to avoid being burned by creatures who managed to create fire from all the hatred in their hearts. All she has to do is avoid a kind man who makes fish and help her new friend win. There's nothing dangerous about it.
With Goli by her side, she whispers her childish plan to him. 'You have to run very fast-' is what she says, excitement pouring out of every word '-so he can't catch you. That's how you play'
five
And she reaches out for Goli's little claw paw hand, as if he doesn't have a clue about how to manage, and points in the direction he should run. She has to prime him on the tips and tricks of the game in the few seconds remaining.
'You should run this way-I'll run that way.'
eight
Which is what they used to say, she thinks. Did she play tag with the other children? Or was it a memory from a book she couldn't remember the title to?
nine
Regardless, it's a chance for her now and she knows there's one last number that's supposed to follow, but this guy is already running towards her. Elated would be the best way to describe her reaction. It's not cheating if the fun starts sooner-he must be looking forward to it, in the same way she is.
And the best part about living in a post-apocalyptic world where everything is out to kill you, you get pretty good at running. If there was an island track team, she would be recruited in a heartbeat. She gives Goli a light pat on his claw paw and bolts to the left, like there's a ghost on her tail.
Her eyes remain focused on whatever Goli's doing, to see if he needs more tag advice, but she's listening for Guzma as she runs. The sound of his pounding feet and whatever other noises he's making to figure out which direction to turn, twist and head towards.
Good luck Guzma.]