After fully recovering from her sickness, Gundo watched with both amusent and bewildernt as her son, Garnt, fervently worked amidst a scattered array of bones and stones.
Her eyes narrowed in intrigue, she observed as he ticulously bound bones with vines, crafting them into sturdy sticks that promised a proper grip. Garnt's focused expression told her that he was onto sothing peculiar, sothing that ignited her motherly curiosity.
Her eyes crinkled in affection as she inquired, "Garnt, my dear, what exactly are you doing with those bones and vines?"
Garnt's eyes sparkled with a youthful light that mirrored the glint of the stones he held in his hands. He looked up at his mother, a grin stretching across his face. "Mother, I'm creating sothing to make our hunting easier," he declared with an air of confidence.
"These are called weapons, they are really useful"
Gundo's brows shot up in surprise, her curiosity deepening. "Weapons, you say? And what sort of help might these be?" Her voice was tinged with both amusent and disbelief, her heart both proud and puzzled at her son's endeavour.
With a flourish, Garnt presented his creations, bones expertly secured to vines, forming rudintary tools with a promise of newfound power. "See, Mother, I've bound these bones to create strong grips, and these stones are perfectly shaped for throwing.
With these, we'll be able to hunt more effectively! After all, these are more sharp than the sticks we used earlier."
Gundo's eyes widened in astonishnt, a mixture of pride and realization slowly spreading across her features. "You an to say, my clever son, that you've devised weapons to aid us in hunting? These are your inventions?"
Garnt's chest puffed out as he nodded, excitent radiating from his every gesture. "Yes, Mother! While you were unwell, I spent ti observing the creatures and thinking about how we could catch them more easily.
I noticed their vulnerable points and thought of ways to exploit them and also I had a little help from our guardian."
Gundo had no idea who Garnt was referring to but she assud that he was talking about mother nature, so she quickly decided to help her son without fully relying on him.
After a few hours of sweating and careful work, the mother and son duo managed to make so beautiful and sharp weapons that looked like they were about to take the lives of all of their enemies.
Garnt's chest still puffed with excitent, he turned to his mother, his expression more serious now. "Mother," he began, "I'm eager to go hunting and put these weapons to use. But I cannot bear the thought of you exhausting your already weakened body by joining ."
Gundo's heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and a hint of sadness. She recognized Garnt's genuine concern for her well-being. She placed a hand on his cheek and smiled softly. "Garnt, I appreciate your consideration.
But you need not worry so much. I am stronger than you might think."
Garnt's face showed a blend of emotions, torn between his desire to ensure his mother's safety and his trust in her strength. "I know you're strong, Mother," he replied, his voice tinged with emotion. "But your health cos first. I promise that I won't face anything dangerous alone.
I'll be cautious and return to you as soon as I have what we need."
Gundo's heart ward at her son's words. She placed a hand over her heart, her gaze fixed on him. "Very well, Garnt. I'll stay back this ti, but rember don't face any wild animals, and don't go too far, Your mother will be sad if sothing happens to you,"
Without waiting for her to react, Garnt suddenly kissed Gundo on her lips which caused her to wonder, what he was trying to do, but Eva was fuming from her mouth seeing what he was doing.
[Brat! What are you doing? Stop this at once, she is your mother]
She shouted inside Garnt's mind, but Garnt was confused even more as he didn't know why she was getting angry.
"Why? Aren't you the one who told I should do it only with won that I love? Eva, I don't understand," Garnt muttered inside his mind, while letting go of Gundo after looking at her confused face.
[I ant your future partner, not your mother, idiot. *Sigh, Looks like you need more guidance.]
"What was that, Garnt?" Gundo questioned as she touched her lips feeling a little weird, but then Garnt explained things to her which caused even more misunderstanding.
"Ohh~ that's just sothing people do when they love each other to show affection,"
[Damn it! This kid is too much]
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Garnt decided to leave the cave despite the bickering of Eva that kept resonating in his mind. Luckily, he didn't have to move his mouth to talk with her, so it looked like Garnt was in his world.
With a final look back at her, he set off towards the hunting grounds, his steps resolute.
Gundo watched her son's retreating figure with a mix of pride and worry. She whispered a quiet prayer to the sa guardian that helped Garnt to achieve all these things, asking for protection over Garnt.
"Dear guardian, please protect my cute boy and don't let any of the wild animals harm him, I beg you," She muttered and went back into the cave since she wanted to clean the cave before Garnt ca back with the hunted animals.
Garnt moved through the dense undergrowth of the forest, his senses keenly attuned to his surroundings. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. As he walked, he spotted various signs of life returning to the area.
Small animals scurried about, birds chirped from the branches, and the once-flooded ground was now covered in fresh grass and blooming flowers.
"Looks like things are getting better," He said to Eva, to which she just mumbled the sound of affirmation.
His footsteps were light and careful, each one taken with purpose. He scanned the area for any signs of animals or edible plants. His eyes were sharp, trained to pick out even the subtlest movent in the foliage. He could feel Eva's presence in his mind, guiding him with her knowledge of the forests.
As he ventured deeper into the forest, Garnt's ears perked up at the sound of a rustling bush nearby. Instinctively, he crouched down behind a cluster of bushes, his heart racing with anticipation. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of the bone knife strapped to his side.
[Looks like it is ti for your first hunt]
Eva muttered as she knew this was a very important mont for this ten-year-old boy.
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