08-05-2018, 11:54 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
What could one such as she do in this situation, a child inexperienced within the way the world functioned, who had seen only so much within the confinements of her minimal borders.
Small paws halted in their mindless wandering, a heavy knot tightening within their throat, restricting their breathing. She was little more than heap upon the sand, a smear of gold and red, an image seared into their mind. Lips parted in a faint murmur of sound, the prickle of tears rising to their eyes as the child struggled to force themself to move, to heed Rosemary's words, but time seemed frozen about them, each thought little more than static overwhelming their exhausted mind. They were so young, out of them all their age was shown too clearly as they forced down a breath, struggling to fight back against the nausea that gripped at them, useless here for nothing more than a distraction.
Teeth found their lower lip and dug into it, the faint copper tang of blood forcing their mind back into the reality set before them, reacting purely on instinct. Turning the child ran into the jungle in search of a river, any source of water that proved drinkable, muttering a string of curses under their breath as they skidded through the undergrowth. Finally they approached a slow moving stream and pulled a few wads of moss from their bag, thankful they had remembered to bring it with them and had stocked up with a few basics, thoroughly soaking each before they were moving once more.
“Here!” Breathless were their words when finally Aita came to a halt by Rosemary, offering her the soaked moss before they made a move to try and help, following the example of the Soothsayers by trying to gently press against the bandages to allow the pair to free their own paws to work.
Small paws halted in their mindless wandering, a heavy knot tightening within their throat, restricting their breathing. She was little more than heap upon the sand, a smear of gold and red, an image seared into their mind. Lips parted in a faint murmur of sound, the prickle of tears rising to their eyes as the child struggled to force themself to move, to heed Rosemary's words, but time seemed frozen about them, each thought little more than static overwhelming their exhausted mind. They were so young, out of them all their age was shown too clearly as they forced down a breath, struggling to fight back against the nausea that gripped at them, useless here for nothing more than a distraction.
Teeth found their lower lip and dug into it, the faint copper tang of blood forcing their mind back into the reality set before them, reacting purely on instinct. Turning the child ran into the jungle in search of a river, any source of water that proved drinkable, muttering a string of curses under their breath as they skidded through the undergrowth. Finally they approached a slow moving stream and pulled a few wads of moss from their bag, thankful they had remembered to bring it with them and had stocked up with a few basics, thoroughly soaking each before they were moving once more.
“Here!” Breathless were their words when finally Aita came to a halt by Rosemary, offering her the soaked moss before they made a move to try and help, following the example of the Soothsayers by trying to gently press against the bandages to allow the pair to free their own paws to work.
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