about their new (and admittedly, strange) new friend. In minotaur years, Quinn is quite young. In general, minotaurs are expected to live for centuries. Quinn's twenty-something years of existence keep reminding him that this is just the beginning for him.; he's bound to do some more crazy stuff while the years come.
And still, there's more to this fascinating creature. Among the things Quinn likes: laughing at a cat's antics; crunching ice cubes with his hands; feeding rats with leftover food; and telling stories to children (if ever they're brave enough to approach him). And then there are the things Quinn dislikes: anyone who dislikes children; being with strangers that are considerably taller than him; losing spare change; and being bitten by mosquitoes.
If anything, these things made Quinn the perfect companion for Hal and Harvey. Though sometimes it may be a strange sort of relationship to others, they don't mind.
To them, it's just the beginning of many adventures to come.
Quinn's old home is a bit of a puzzle--both metaphorically and literally. His old home, an intricate labyrinth woven through the heart of the mountains, was the place he once called home. Given that it's a maze, one might get lost in the sheer vastness of the place.
It was one of the main reasons he decided to move out.
"Must be hard finding your room," said Harvey as Quinn led the two brothers into the maze. The scenery had now shifted from forest green to rocky light brown. It was dim, but not enough to render them blind, that is, treading blindly through the dark.
Quinn looked at them and shook his head. He then pointed to the floor. Hal and Harvey took a look. What looked like red paint smeared the floor--no telling what that red paint is (or if it's paint at all), although they had an idea what it was for.
"It gets lonely here, doesn't it, Quinn?" Hal was quivering a bit, afraid of the dark that grew ever so slightly. Harvey had one arm wrapped around his shoulder, and Hal felt his hand patting him gently. Just like those times they were so young, when monsters lurked in the dark and the hallway in the dark of night was the scariest sight a little kid might see.
"Very," said Quinn, who took another right. "I knew people would get lost here; they don't seem to remember the correct path the way I do."
"At least you managed."
And still, there's more to this fascinating creature. Among the things Quinn likes: laughing at a cat's antics; crunching ice cubes with his hands; feeding rats with leftover food; and telling stories to children (if ever they're brave enough to approach him). And then there are the things Quinn dislikes: anyone who dislikes children; being with strangers that are considerably taller than him; losing spare change; and being bitten by mosquitoes.
If anything, these things made Quinn the perfect companion for Hal and Harvey. Though sometimes it may be a strange sort of relationship to others, they don't mind.
To them, it's just the beginning of many adventures to come.
Quinn's old home is a bit of a puzzle--both metaphorically and literally. His old home, an intricate labyrinth woven through the heart of the mountains, was the place he once called home. Given that it's a maze, one might get lost in the sheer vastness of the place.
It was one of the main reasons he decided to move out.
"Must be hard finding your room," said Harvey as Quinn led the two brothers into the maze. The scenery had now shifted from forest green to rocky light brown. It was dim, but not enough to render them blind, that is, treading blindly through the dark.
Quinn looked at them and shook his head. He then pointed to the floor. Hal and Harvey took a look. What looked like red paint smeared the floor--no telling what that red paint is (or if it's paint at all), although they had an idea what it was for.
"It gets lonely here, doesn't it, Quinn?" Hal was quivering a bit, afraid of the dark that grew ever so slightly. Harvey had one arm wrapped around his shoulder, and Hal felt his hand patting him gently. Just like those times they were so young, when monsters lurked in the dark and the hallway in the dark of night was the scariest sight a little kid might see.
"Very," said Quinn, who took another right. "I knew people would get lost here; they don't seem to remember the correct path the way I do."
"At least you managed."
