A Home?

Dyn and the man continued down the Beggar's District, making it to the end after only a short time. The man turned his horse left and continued the slow canter, lulling Dyn to sleep.

Dyn felt the horse stop from within his dreamless sleep. Opening his eyes he peered out of the blanket with a peerless curiosity. Dyn could see a large wooden structure, unlike a house, however, this wooden structure had openings everywhere. If it were to rain, the interior would remain dry, but only by a small margin.

The man stood up in his stirrups and, holding Dyn against the saddle, slowly stepped onto the ground. The man took the reins of the horse and lead it towards the building.

Upon reaching the entrance, the man walked inside. He walked past numerous stalls, which Dyn realized were for horses, making this building a stable. The stable was massive but empty. Walking with the man for a few more minutes, Dyn and the man came to a stop in front of a normal stable. The man led the horse inside, and after pouring some grain into the basin, he left, Dyn still held within the clutch of one arm.

Dyn's tiny body felt weak but he felt overwhelmingly safe within this stranger's embrace. He decided to trust the man, he would've died in the next few nights anyways, if not for the kindness of this man. The man uptook a slow, lumbering pace. Walking for around ten minutes they reached a small house. The house appeared to be stretched vertically next to other houses that were stretched vertically. It had a set of brick stairs placed purposefully in front of it. The man continued his lumbering pace up the stairs and into the house.

Reaching the front room the man took off his boots and continued further into the house. Dyn shifted his head to the left, seeing a wooden table with shoddily constructed chairs placed around it. Further up ahead, a woman was walking towards the man. She had dark brown hair, and blue-green eyes, her face was elegant and pretty, but she had a very tired expression on her face. However, when she saw Dyn in the man's arms, she froze.

The man held Dyn closer to himself and started addressing the woman with words that Dyn couldn't understand. The woman started nodding her head to what the man was saying, but Dyn couldn't understand if she was nodding because she was agreeing with the man, or if she was nodding because she wanted to pretend like she was siding with the man before she spat back with a venomous response.

Waiting for them to finish their argument, Dyn started looking around the room. He saw a dimly lit kitchen, with two plates stacked neatly on the counter, along with two cups. From this, he gathered that this couple lived alone and had never had children. Although he could have figured that out from the appearance of the house itself.

Down towards the far end of the room was a short hallway that seemed to lead to two rooms. It was quite dark inside so Dyn couldn't quite see any further, however at this moment, the argument seemed to have ended. The man and the woman were both looking at him, watching his tiny eyes roam the room, settling on different items. Dyn was still looking around, unaware that he was being observed.

His eyes, which finally made it back to the man and the woman, widened visibly, as he became aware that they'd been watching him. He froze, however, their eyes just seemed to stay on him, before they turned back to one another and began conversing again. The couple seemed much more engaged in this conversation, the woman especially.

Dyn sighed with content, not because he was even near full, but because he knew that he was safe with these people... for now. The conversation between the adults ended on what seemed to be a high note, with both of them turning to look at Dyn once more.

The woman, with much more care in her eyes than before lifted Dyn up, taking him out of the blanket in the process. Dyn could feel her cool hands under his armpits, which provided a sort of relaxation for him. Carefully holding Dyn at a distance away from her, making it clear that he didn't smell good, she carried Dyn towards a doorway. Entering the doorway, Dyn quickly saw a medium-sized mattress, or what appeared to be a mattress. Before he could get a better look, he was whisked away to the bathroom. The woman sat him in the bathtub and her husband pulled up behind the two with a bucket in hand. Using a gentle motion and a sponge, the woman began to clean him, from his head to his feet. Dyn could see all the grime that had built up the last few days rolling off of him.

Done with the bath, the couple took Dyn back towards the main room. Still carrying Dyn in her arms, the woman turned left into what appeared to be the dining room and sat down in a chair. The man had already gotten some milk and put it inside of a small cup with a soft, leather, nipple. They gave it to Dyn to suck on while conversing in an excited tone.

Dyn started sucking while thinking about how humiliating it was, to be a fully grown adult, in mind, and still be sucking milk out of a bottle. Nevertheless, he continued to drink, as he knew he was starving.

Once finished, Dyn, with an obvious pretense, threw the bottle on the table. Somehow, it landed perfectly, eliciting a small round of applause from his caretakers. Who then took him back into the room they'd just come from. Through the window, all Dyn could see was a shadow, as the house directly to the left of Dyn's new home stood at a higher position than his house.

Having to cut his thought process a bit short due to being shoved headfirst into a rough blanket, Dyn settled himself in for a comfortable night, and fell asleep.