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Oz's smile is so huge it threatens to split her face in half. She practically dances to X32 and, singing a ridiculous little song to herself, she fires at X26.
"This reminds me so much of growing up!" she tells Turan gleefully. "Storn's beard is a little shorter now, but still, it's all very homely."
Oz hops in the air repeatedly, trying to look over Jani's shoulder at Wuliem's goodies. "That's an impressive arsenal you've got there," she tells him sincerely. "Did you make all of those yourself? There was a man in our village that taught me how to use flash powder! Steep learning curve on that stuff. That's why I only have one and a half eyebrows and he's missing his face." She touches her eyebrows. "But I was barely at an age where I could skin my own elk, to be fair. I've gotten better though!" She grins brightly at Wuliem and Jani.
Oz stares at Storn. "What kind of question is that?" she demands. "I can climb anything. They don't call me Oz the Climber for nothing." She pauses and chews her lip. "Actually, nobody calls me Oz the Climber. Mostly they call me Hey You, Get Out of There or Hey That's My Chicken. All my friends just call me Oz though. At least they would if I had any friends." She stands up straight and brushes herself off. "But I diverge. I want to be Oz the Climber because it's better than Oz the Emaciated. I don't even know why they'd call me that. I was never a slave."
Oz stares intently at the dwarf, utterly fascinated by his wild eyes and matted beard. She runs up to him and grabs his hand, which she then begins petting comfortingly, as though it were a small, frightened animal. "I have known madness too," she whispers to him. She reaches out to stroke his beard and her face brightens considerably. "But it's okay! Storn is here. He will poke you healthy." Oz looks at Storn for confirmation.
"Storn?!" shouts a woman's voice from just beyond the door. A small, wiry human bursts into the room, looking about wildly. When she catches sight of him, she runs at him, launching herself through the air like a scruffy, dusty missile. She's a little on the small side for a human, rail-thin, and has hint of desperation about her. "It IS you! You're alive! I'd recognise the smell of squirrels and Gorum anywhere!" She wraps her arms around his neck and squeezes him tightly. "I knew you were alive! I told them you were alive! But nobody believed me. No sir! No one believes Oz." Oz lets go of him and drops back to the ground. Then she slaps him. "How come you never told me you weren't dead?!" |
