IMPRISONMENT - open; chasing butterfly?

[adomania]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]Chasing butterflies was not one of Myliu's pastimes. He could care less for the tiny critters that floated around in the world, could care less about how pretty they were or how good of a work out they could potentially give him. The child was far more concerned with matters that seemed far more important to him, namely the voices in his head and the visions that constantly surrounded him, symbols that were indecipherable the longer he looked at them but ones he was adamant about solving.

He spent most of his time wandering and searching for answers, not playing with insects.

So it was a surprise to him to find Carolina doing what seemed to be a strange dance after a butterfly, for he would have preferred to have let it live it's life stress free and allowed some bird to eat it in order to survive. What good was the butterfly to her? She didn't look like she would end up eating it, and so it would be a death that was wasted. There was no respect in that, no honor, and Myliu couldn't help but scowl in her direction as he watched, glad to finally see the insect escape.

Good. That meant he could get back to his own things, and simply hope she wouldn't find another one to pester.