"If you want, you can just stab most of these things, or you could pick them up."If you want, you can just stab most of these things, or you could pick them up." I demonstrated. "Like this." He tried a few times. "Here," I said, "hold your hand like this, with this stick here..." Eventually he got it good enough that he could get most of the dim sum to his mouth. I watched him as he ate. One never normally thinks of Uncia as "pretty." They are, as a species, quite large, averaging 2.4 metres in height and massing about 160 Kilograms. They're entirely furry, from their ears to the tips of their tails, with a mottling of black rings and spots over their mostly grey bodies. Jhan was pretty. He wasn't as tall as the usual example of his species, and his fur was white. Not grey, but white, with his spots being entirely short stripes of black against the background. He was also well-groomed, and his teeth were clean and straight. "You're hungry," I observed as he downed yet another plateful of food. "Of course," he said. "I'm always hungry." "Well, I'm stuffed," I said, taking a sip of sake' and watching him eat. The alcohol suffused rapidly through my body, making me feel warmer and, if I needed, more ready for what I was about to put myself through. Did I really want to do this? I rose and walked around the table, kneeling down behind him. "Father..." "Shh..." I whispered. "This is as much for me as it is for you." I put my hands on his shoulders and slowly pressed down with my thumbs, rubbing gently. He sighed. |