Indy and his mother always fought. They each had such different world views, so it was inevitable that they would have disagreements. That morning, however, was particularly bad. Indy had once again brought up the idea of going off on his own on an adventure. His mother had heard his reasoning hundreds of times, and each time she adamantly refused to listen to him. All she ever said in retaliation was that it was too dangerous, and that he was too young. Well. Indy was tired of it. He had been asking nearly all his life. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been training. He was definitely strong enough. He wouldn’t take no for an answer.
His mom, once again, did not see it his way. The two of them screamed at each other until completely enraged. Finally, Indy realized his mother could not see reason. He stormed out of the house and streaked off into the forest. As soon as he reached the tree line, he swung himself up and off the ground. He moved so much more naturally in the trees than he did on the ground; he flowed smoothly from branch to branch, using his tail and all four limbs to guide him onward. After a while of this, he began to slow down, his temper cooling slightly. He stopped and slumped back on a wide branch. His tail, unusually tufted for a mankey, hung dejectedly off to the side of his perch. He pulled at the dark blue scarf he had wrapped around the end of his tail, lost in thought.
He started from his thoughts as he heard a rustling on the forest floor. His pointy ears twitched and turned, attempting to pinpoint the location of the intruder. From a scruffy bush emerged a small weedle with an unusual, scythe-shaped tail blade. It had a red scarf tied around its neck. Looking up and spotting Indy, the weedle grinned and began climbing the tree, spiraling around the trunk. When the weedle reached where Indy sat, Indy smiled and nodded in greeting, “hey Quincy. What’s up?”
“Not much. Trying to stay out of my mom’s way. She’s in a moooood.” He widened his eyes in a comical gesture.
“Haha, same here. We had another big argument. She’s just really set against this whole ‘Adventuring’ thing.”
Quincy frowned. “Yeah, my mom doesn’t like the idea of me going off on my own either. We’re not even that young, I don’t see why they can’t let us make our own decisions.” He seems to be considering something. “What if we…bypass our mom’s decision process?”
Indy grins, “I see what you’re getting at. That might actually work. We’d have to be quick to put enough distance between us and the town before they figure out what’s going on, though.”
“Nobody’s quicker than us when it comes to traveling through the forest.”
“Damn straight. Let’s get out of here.”
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