Snippet #2479971

A young Siqari made her way though the Commons, hefting her overly large backpack up every few minutes. "Taro, c'mon. You're heavy and it's been a long day. Can't you at least walk to the hotel yourself?" the woman questioned, panting a little. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and glanced around as she waited for the response. Their current hotel wasn't much farther, but she was tempted to check out one of the new kiosks along the way. Of course, she knew Taro wouldn't like any sort of delay.

"No, no, no. I spent most of the afternoon wandering around by myself and I just want to sit in the tub and soak. Please, Miratta. You owe me at least this much after all I've done for you." "He" squirmed a little in the backpack, causing Miratta to readjust it again.

"Yeah, yeah. I know, I owe you my legs for as long as we both live, right? Just because you took care of me as a kid..." Miratta responded with a sigh, looking at the kiosk longingly as they passed it and continued onward to their hotel. "Alright, but you better let me take a bath first this time. I feel all sweaty and gross, okay?"

"This is an acceptable compromise. Oh, and remember to go to sleep early tonight. You have to work an early shift tomorrow."

"Yes, mom," Miratta teased, adjusting the backpack again. Taro huffed a little in response, but Miratta could hear a concealed smile.