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New Horizons || Har - CLEMENTINE P. - 10-22-2018
▹▹▹▹ Okay, so, maybe things weren't so bad here. OF course, maybe Clementine was just having a good day. After all, she was out in the flower fields, picking what autumn flowers had not yet started to hibernate for the winter. Though the pickings were slim, a small cloth was gradually being filled with small autumn blooms and leaves, enough for at least a few decent crowns, or one big, full one. Of course, she was wise enough to not lay and sit out in the open when there was supposed danger around. No, she had simply gone out, despite the bit of extra toll on her body to hike there and back. Though, Clementine had to say she didn't mind. She was feeling... Alright recently, and the fresh air was nice. The sun made her smile, and the soft ruffle of a breeze against her fur felt invigorating and freeing. As much as she loved the comfort of her blankets and her soft little nook away from the world in the darker hours of the night, she knew it well enough to know every board, every shift in the grain of wood in the houses that she lived in. Freedom, stepping beyond her door, was more than she could ever ask for.
Making her way back towards the observatory with her small cloth bundle held carefully in her jaws, she faintly hummed a muffled tune as she walked, her step more cheerful as she eventually made her way back to the hub of the Ascendants. There, she found a nice little spot to lay and carefully smooth out the bundle of flowers and leaves. For a few moments, she hummed as she carefully sorted them through, the leaves in one pile, leaves in another, and long stems of greeny and branches in another. Then, with all the time in the world in her paws, she carefully began to weave together various strands of stalks and branches into a touch shape of a crown, carefully eyeing its shape and its fit upon her head as she tightened and tied other stalks around it, making sure it was sturdy and strong.
Then, with a content hum, she began to take up some of the small flowers, poking their stems through some of the gaps in her woven crown, trying the placement first before she went through with the rest, slowly working upon the headdress with an attentive eye, her gaze focused upon it.
[member=2093]HARLAND M.[/member]
Making her way back towards the observatory with her small cloth bundle held carefully in her jaws, she faintly hummed a muffled tune as she walked, her step more cheerful as she eventually made her way back to the hub of the Ascendants. There, she found a nice little spot to lay and carefully smooth out the bundle of flowers and leaves. For a few moments, she hummed as she carefully sorted them through, the leaves in one pile, leaves in another, and long stems of greeny and branches in another. Then, with all the time in the world in her paws, she carefully began to weave together various strands of stalks and branches into a touch shape of a crown, carefully eyeing its shape and its fit upon her head as she tightened and tied other stalks around it, making sure it was sturdy and strong.
Then, with a content hum, she began to take up some of the small flowers, poking their stems through some of the gaps in her woven crown, trying the placement first before she went through with the rest, slowly working upon the headdress with an attentive eye, her gaze focused upon it.
[member=2093]HARLAND M.[/member]
Re: New Horizons || Har - Grimm - 10-23-2018
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:calibri;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Gentle hum, sound without structure for there was no need. Brief is the break as tip of pale tongue pokes through, drawn across surface of lips left cracked and bitten, picked up once more with a little hitch. Slight is the twist of features toned within the shade of coal, tune breaking apart into a faint groan. Pushing against the soil, weight shifting until side hits and then back, limbs stretching out. About him the tall stalks of grass slow to shed the gentle tone of green, holding it as though they seek to bring back summer within her dress of gold and green sprinkled with gentle pastel tones with wishful want, rise and frame the small space of the sky above.
Eyes track the movement of clouds pushed through the expanse of blue, the warmth of the sun beating down upon exposed belly pleasant, enough so it takes only a short time for those golden eyes to slid shut. It had been sometime since last Harland had grown so comfortable, felt the weight of everything slide from his shoulders, though lie would it be to say he bore any great stone as many others did, more those bony shoulders shook beneath the presence of guilt and fear. Emotion. A funny thing is it, fleeting feelings that bring with it various responses, twisting the stomach in cruel knots or filling it with the fluttering of gentle wings, smile harsh as it touches pale surface or slight, a gentle ghost lingering in the corners. He had felt such, and a great deal more, within recent days though understand was never quite there, lingering upon the surface of thoughts only to be dashed when another sought him or broke fragile concentration.
Rustle of grass, a sea of green and brown parting for one who moved with light step, drawing ears forward. Head tilts back and once more he finds himself looking about, unsure for a time before he is allowing his weight to draw him back onto his belly. Few seconds, passage of time enough for the sound to rise, slow passing speaking of no hurry yet there was purpose there, brief stops enough to show this was not someone lost. Lifting himself upon his toes he balanced there for a short time, trying to look over the grass but for all his attempts there was little hope of such. There is was again. Slow steps, press of paws into the soft top soil giving no sound though the drying grass gently spoke, murmured sounds as they called out for summer, parting before him.
It was once the observatory was within his view, the last few stalks pushed aside with a paw, Har began to allow the idea of finding this other wandered to fade. Yet a glimmer of something, a soft tone of white standing out against the darker tone of concrete walls, was enough. Once more interest was ignited within his chest, a gentle heat that pushed him forward, pace slow for anything of a great speed would only tip his precariously balanced weight.
Well into the making of the crown was Clementine by the time Har was finally able to find her, focused upon it and each movement thought out, given purpose. Gentle hum rose from her, sound speaking of contentment and about his lips smile found a place, slight glimmer of teeth shown between dark skin. Brief was the want to disturb her peace, question her on how to make such, left within the back of his mind for a later time. Rather than do such he moved a little closer, distance still there though he was sure to allow her the chance to see him if she wished him to leave her be, settling upon his haunches. Seconds passed, time enough he grew almost entranced by the way she worked, tracking the movement of her paws as she handled each flower, slight tilt to his head betraying the faint confusion within his interest.
“What are you doing?” Thoughtless, or as thoughtless as communication based upon the sharing of thought may be, was the inquiry, Sudden was the rise of eyes that grew wide, mouth parting in a silent look of embarrassment. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt.” Har never gave Clem time enough to reply, words rushing to fill in the space left behind in the wake of prior question, his head turning away and paw lifting to press into his cheek.