TrashRabbit
probably from space
Thomas Finch
Tom perked. He could do this.
"Berry," He said pointing at the berry and then, "Eat" as he brought it to his mouth. He started pointing at various things around them and naming them; "Boots." "Chair." "Door." "mug." "Bush."
He realized these were all nouns and Cathal did seem to grasp nouns better than verbs. But nouns were easier cause you could point at them. He paused for a moment- Some one had to have an ancient elvish dictionary. He wondered how Cathal had wandered around the house this long without someone offering him one- but everyone here was very caught up in there own work, their own cycles and there own thoughts. He was certain though he could scrounge one up if he looked.
The he realized he was just sort of staring at him a little too long because sometimes his inner monologue ran in real time and left his physical body behind- so he added the ancient Elvish cantrip known through out the fans of the dark arts; "[The blood of my enemies is the strength of the life I now give you?]"