That river in Egypt
Damocles was filled with intense emotions, he needed out of there. He looked around quickly, scanning the room for the keys to his cage. There were too many places to look, and he couldn't walk with the cuffs around his ankles. They could be in the drawers, the cupboards, on the shelf... The shelf. There was a red plastic cup sitting high up on the shelf. His memories of last night were foggy, but he remembered the cup. He stood up, hopping slowly towards the shelf. He made it there, and was lifting his arms to reach when he heard a voice from behind him.
Earlier, Rennala had heard the cutlery fall to the ground. She waited and listened from her bedroom, just to test what he would do. She waited, but she didn't hear anything else. No talking, yelling, knocking things over, nothing. In-fact, after a few minutes, it was a little too quiet... She opened her door, walked through the house to the livingroom and saw Damocles upright reaching for the cup on her shelf. The keys to both his cuffs and his cage were in that cup.
"Excuse me? What do you think you're doing?"
Earlier, Rennala had heard the cutlery fall to the ground. She waited and listened from her bedroom, just to test what he would do. She waited, but she didn't hear anything else. No talking, yelling, knocking things over, nothing. In-fact, after a few minutes, it was a little too quiet... She opened her door, walked through the house to the livingroom and saw Damocles upright reaching for the cup on her shelf. The keys to both his cuffs and his cage were in that cup.
"Excuse me? What do you think you're doing?"