“Rastaban, let me have one of your rabbits!”
Dravi popped out of the underbrush and nearly startled Rastaban into dropping one of the rabbits he’d caught.
“Dravi, what are you doing here? I thought you were with Shruti -”
“You’re supposed to call her mother like she asked. Now - a rabbit!” Dravi insisted.
Rastaban didn’t think he could ever call that woman ‘mother’. “Why do you want a rabbit?”
“Father said he wanted each of us to bring a rabbit for supper. You’ve caught three - give me one.” Dravi’s eyes were dark, cold.
Rastaban hesitated. Then he handed a rabbit over.
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