First Talk

"We have much to discuss." Ben tried to sit still, he tried to process what was happening. But he was hopelessly lost. This beast had saved him, dragged him who knows where, and thrown a fit that made his history teacher look like a spoilt child. "Are you well yet, youth?" the large rabbit rumbled. It had a way of talking that seemed almost like a contained bark from a dog. It was gutteral and harsh. So deep it vibrated. He spoke slowly, deliberately. Ben stared at him with nothing short of amazed fear. "I'm ok," he mumbled. "Ok." The beast repeated the letters like they were strange to him. It flexed its grand wings and settled them. "Very well, sapien. We must exchange what we know. I need you to have your wits about you." Ben started. Know? Know what? The past week had been confusion and terror and weariness. But nothing was learned. "I don't know anything," Ben admitted. He stared at the fire the being had previously set.. with his hands? Claws? How could anyone do that? "I don't know what is going on." Silence fell upon them both. Nothing but the water of the stream and the occiasional bird call. "My name. My name is Indref." It was said with no certainty. Like it was a guess. He beast looked up at him. Expectant. "In.. dreff? What kind of -" Ben stopped, decided that ending that sentence would be a bad idea. He could see the rabbits eyes darkening. "N-nevermind. I'm Ben." Why am I talking to this thing?, Ben berated himself. "Ben, hmmm. " Indref murmured, Ben... Whyte." He grinned at the boy, white teeth flashing above the fire. "I knew it." "H-how, you know my name! Why?!" Ben stood and the idea of running finally reached him. He figeted on the spot. The beast was unmoved, staring calmly. "Sit down, little one. It seems you feel a great need for answers. Sit, and I will give them to you."