Dealing With Blonds

Hairbrush

To tell you the truth there was two of them. A tall one who strode in to the tent and the small, possibly a dog or some other animal of that sort, stayed posted outside the entrance.

When the tent flap fell down and blocked out the bright sun again, I could see him.

I was the first to speak. "Jarico."

"Sirocco." His response was followed with that awquerd silence. After several very long moments he cleared his throught. "Your awake."

"No Im still asleep."

"Whatever." A few more minuets of silence before, "I need to go report to Tramontane." Another moment of silence. His glaze slid over to the tack. "Im sorry about the charger."

I looked at the him, "What is there to be sorry for. I made a stupid disition and in the end it was fatal." I looked down at the blankets that pooled around me.

"Does it have something with you trying to punch me?" He raised an eye brow.

"I did that?"

"Yes." He gave an attempt at a half smile. Then it faltered, "About two days ago. A scout reported screaming, so we when out to find its source." He paused. "It was you. You were screaming and sobbing and attacking any one who got close. Then you just," He chewed on his lip, "Dropped down limp."

I stayed silent.

"I should go report that you're awake and trying not to kill anyone." He chewed on his lip as he debated saying more.

"Well get going."

Jarico looked down at me. "Excuse me."

"Get going before I change my mind about the killing part. Or," I broke off to yawn, "I know some one who would skin you alive. Only after me of corce."

He chuckled, "And who would that be?"

"Would it matter?"

He laphed as he turned to leave. "Oh and Sirocco," He turned back around at the tents entrance.

"Yes?"

"Theres some stuff in those saddle bags you may use."

I arched a brow, "Like what?"

"Do you ever stop asking questions?"

"Nope."

He chuckled again. "You know they have this thing called a hair brush and you...." I chucked a small pebble at him. Jarico sidestepped it easily, "Ok, ok. But seriously your hair is a mess." He threw his hands in the air in mock surrender. "Im going to talk with Tramontane. You do whatever." He waved a passive hand before leaving. 

A/N: Yes its short-I have been reading not writing. So sorry-not. So ya now that I got past that had part I think it will go more smoothly. 

Thanks, 

Tami