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04. quiver
He wonders what sorts of secrets he would have, if he were the type of orc to keep secrets.
Quinn is not and will never be a secret. He has not shown the elf his small tribe's homeland—is that a secret? A secret collection of small huts and a rock in the centre, with secret orcs with secret names. It is his life, but only something that builds him.
Still, he wonders. A secret first place for many things: a secret first home. He has never had to explain that he feels at home wherever he and Quinn are. He makes places his own, and Quinn is his, too.
Quinn is not a secret, and he smiles to himself as he imagines what the elf would have to say about his hard-packed floor, and the mat that served as a sleeping place. He thinks he might know exactly what Quinn would say, and he decides that is why they have no need to go there.
He tells himself that even as he knows the elf surprises him. Quinn surprises him often, and Quinn will never be a secret.
Quinn is not and will never be a secret. He has not shown the elf his small tribe's homeland—is that a secret? A secret collection of small huts and a rock in the centre, with secret orcs with secret names. It is his life, but only something that builds him.
Still, he wonders. A secret first place for many things: a secret first home. He has never had to explain that he feels at home wherever he and Quinn are. He makes places his own, and Quinn is his, too.
Quinn is not a secret, and he smiles to himself as he imagines what the elf would have to say about his hard-packed floor, and the mat that served as a sleeping place. He thinks he might know exactly what Quinn would say, and he decides that is why they have no need to go there.
He tells himself that even as he knows the elf surprises him. Quinn surprises him often, and Quinn will never be a secret.