43rd Day, Fall 510 A.V. - Late afternoon Verduth had given up trying to get people's attention by shouting at them hours ago. It hadn't been working anyways but it didn't matter, he had an idea and since Keres and Jokor were out and about doing other things, he decided that today sounded like a great day to test his new idea. Verduth stood on a crate along a wall. He stood, and he stood, and he stood. He did his best not to move one bit, which was difficult considering all the energy he had built up inside. He watched the people pass. He watched as they went about their business, apparently oblivious to his presence. He could listen in to conversation and arguments. He noticed things about people that he ordinarily wouldn't think to notice. The way that woman limped, the deep throaty laugh of that gentleman over there, the man who bumped into another and surreptitiously cut the little bag for the other's belt. It was all so fascinating! But that wasn't why he was standing so still. The little clay man was waiting for someone to notice him. The disappointing part was that it didn't seem to be working. The day was getting late and the light was beginning to fade and his idea just wasn't working. There was something sad about that. An idea struck him. Perhaps he'd been going about this all wrong. A grin appeared on his face. "SWEET HARAMEUS! WHAT'S THAT!?" |