This is only a small bit from a story i am writing. I still have yet to decide on what Skits did. I just would like to know if i should continue this story, and if the writing is good. thank you!
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Skit’s eyes grew wide, taking on the roundness of an orb. He stared at Reign for what felt like nine lives, before he finally spoke; his voice groggy and hardly above a whisper.
“I did not know. Please forgive me.” He said.
Reign nodded, staring off in the distance. The sun was setting, casting a luminous orange glow across the sky. “Its fine, Skits. You didn’t know. I understand that.”
She could not bring herself to look at him. Even though he hadn’t meant to do it, he had, and therefore he was responsible for all that might happen.
“I am so sorry, Reign. So very sorry I am.” Skit bowed his head toward the ground. He watched as an autumn leaf, brown with red spots skid across the dirt. It lay still for a moment, next to a tree before the wind blew and carried it away. He waited for a very long time for Reign to speak. Why did she have to be so stubborn? Why couldn’t she just understand that he hadn’t meant to do it? He had not meant to do, and even though she said that she understood, he knew that she did not. He knew that inside she would always hate him for this. For his careless mistake.
Reign turned to look at Skits. He was her friend, and surely, he would not do something like this on purpose. Or would he? Had he done this on purpose? Was he just pretending to be truly sorry, when inside he was aching to jump about merrily? But why would he do something like this consciously? He was a poor dwarf who had spent a large fraction of his life in the dirty caves, scouring for jewels to sell in his little dwarf village. Skits would not be capable, would not have the selfishness to do such a thing as this. “Skits.” She said.
He looked up, his common dwarf eyes black as coal. “Yes, Reign?” he said. A hopeful expression shimmered across his face and disappeared when what she said was not what he was expecting.
“You didn’t do this on purpose did you, Skits? You wouldn’t do this for gold or some other valuable resource, would you?”
Skits sighed when the questions escaped her lips. Reign was a human, and humans were always so stubborn. They didn’t have the logic skills that Dwarves had. Sometimes they could miss something that was right under their nose. He shook his head. “Of course not, Reign. You are my friend, almost like family, and so I would never do this to you intentionally.” He knew that she would never understand, but that was as best as he could defend himself.
“Never?” she asked, a soot covered blonde eyebrow cocked.
She was staring at him now with an expression so fierce that he wanted to melt right then and there. “You would never do anything like this for even a large sum of gold, or perhaps the finest life any dwarf could have?”
Skits sighed. “You will never understand, Reign, that I am a dwarf, born to work in the caves and to have a hard life. That will never change, even if I was to be offered all the gold in the world. Dwarves have hard life full of work, labor, and more work. If you do not understand, which you don’t, then I can not help you. And even if I were to apologize a million times, you still would not understand.” He gave her a curt nod and began to walk away towards his village, ignoring her when she called his name.
Reign watched Skits, her friend, walk away. A hollowness filled her heart and a deep depression overcame her soul. She trudged sadly over to a large oak tree, sat down upon one of its roots, and leaned her head against the trunk. The rough bark tickled the back of her neck, and she almost laughed. But she instead lifted her head from the bark and moved to a less laughter-inducing part of the trunk where she rested her head again. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of sweet pine, letting herself drift to sleep.
Anyways, here are a few things I would change.