Jack awoke to the sounds of grass frogs croaking, and the dull drone of mama's breathing. She had him essentially pinned down under her heavy neck and chest. He gently wiggled to get loose, only to rouse her, and have her heavy paw come down on his shoulder, and have sleepy eyes staring at him.
He tried to reason with her, but all he got back was a confusing jumble.. Something like..
"(forceful)Stay" and "warm", "soft", "nice", "mine" and a paradoxical mixture of contentedness and irritation.
He stopped, and just let her head stay on his chest, holding him down. He looked up at the trees in the night time gloom, catching just tiny hints of moonlight in the cool night spring air, as he absently rubbed mama on the back of her neck and behind her ears. She just breathed deeply, settled down on him heavier, and resumed snoring.
He could hear the Shiny Metal [expletive deleted] and the imposing looking man-lion having a very intellectually-challenged conversation about why the others were so upset with them. The lion man was the one asking the shiny metal [expletive], and the latter was trying to give half-assed, but at least somewhat plausible explanations for why, before diffusing the conversation in a different direction. Jack was surprised when he did not ask about "greenskins"-- He instead asked how it was that the lion man had gotten into adventuring in the first place; It sounded like the shiny numbskull was being overcome by something nostalgic, and was looking for outside reinforcement or reflection.
He wriggled again, trying to get free. Whatever the two were talking about, he again tuned them out, focusing on the touchy matter of getting out from under mama, without getting her mad at him. She grunted irritatedly, and pinned him again, again with the glittering eyes in the night.
"(more forcefully) STAY" with "Stop wiggling" and "More stroking"
He invented a reason she could not refuse, which was only half-way an invention. He responded that he needed to get up to take a leak, overplaying the feeling of urgency, in the hopes she would relent.
All he got back was a bewildering amalgamation of disappointment, frustration, impatience, and acceptance, as she lifted her arm, and raised her head enough off of him to permit his escape. It had carried a tonality of "Hurry back", with a bit of a warning in it.
He gingerly slipped away from her, and watched her bulk shift position without him under her, then leaned against the tree, and stretched. Loud popping ripped down his back, both his elbows, his knees and hips, as he made a contented grunt. He had really needed to stretch those out.
The sad part was that he really did have to go.
He muttered to himself, and shuffled away from mama, looking for a good spot. As he found one, and steam rose in the moonlit air, he caught those two idiots' conversation again. They were going on about keeping awake with sparring practice. He decided he needed to hurry this along to break up such a damned fool idea, before they could wake the damn dead at night. Stopping them was the safer bet than getting mama upset with him for failing to come back to bed in a timely manner. At least he could reason with mama.
Finishing up, he grabbed his walking stick, and shuffled toward the firelight.
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