08-05-2018, 08:35 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 230px; font-family: georgia; color: #7b8189; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;line-height: 110%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:10px"]i'll never get to heaven cause i don't know how
Little of the political side of things had come to hold any interest for the child, even with Pincher being her father it became clear there was little she cared for when it came to such matters at this stage of her life, finding enjoyment within other avenues. Yet that time had seemed far though in truth had been only days when she had been one amongst many, nothing more than a minnow with a want to strike out and do more, find a productive task to keep herself occupied during the long hours of the day. Within moments her world had shifted and she struggled to catch up, to learn of more of the political climate within the group as a whole and to form any solid opinion, too young to fully understand or participate beyond base opinion just yet.
All the same dark ears swivelled around at the voice of her father, her exhale of breath deep and marked by a faint sigh. Though she liked the tree houses and enjoyed wandering the bridges which connected them it lacked the draw the ocean had over her and so Aita had chosen to curl beneath a tree, seeking to nap a little before returning. Though short, for she was the youngest, her lessons were dragging on her and the little sleep she got already didn't do much, but she was not prepared to admit she was struggling to any of the others and so bore it with a grin.
Raising to her paws the child was slow to approach, looking upon the others assembled, unfamiliar faces of those she had not cared to learn the names of, hoping another of the higher ups would approach soon and be able to offer an opinion. Though she wanted to speak, biting words lingering upon the edge of her tongue she wanted to throw at Pincher, to push him until she got the answers she needed, she bit down on her tongue instead. This was no time or place for it and so she set herself to one side of him, dark gaze empty of all as she looked toward him, waiting to hear what the others thought for she was nothing more than a bystander this time.
All the same dark ears swivelled around at the voice of her father, her exhale of breath deep and marked by a faint sigh. Though she liked the tree houses and enjoyed wandering the bridges which connected them it lacked the draw the ocean had over her and so Aita had chosen to curl beneath a tree, seeking to nap a little before returning. Though short, for she was the youngest, her lessons were dragging on her and the little sleep she got already didn't do much, but she was not prepared to admit she was struggling to any of the others and so bore it with a grin.
Raising to her paws the child was slow to approach, looking upon the others assembled, unfamiliar faces of those she had not cared to learn the names of, hoping another of the higher ups would approach soon and be able to offer an opinion. Though she wanted to speak, biting words lingering upon the edge of her tongue she wanted to throw at Pincher, to push him until she got the answers she needed, she bit down on her tongue instead. This was no time or place for it and so she set herself to one side of him, dark gaze empty of all as she looked toward him, waiting to hear what the others thought for she was nothing more than a bystander this time.
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