08-10-2018, 01:07 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 470px; font-size:9pt; font-family:calibri; text-align: justify;line-height: 110%; color:black"]Though they seemed to have settled well into their work it was clear Aita missed the days when they had been nothing more than a child, given to mischief and exploration, but one amongst the sea of faces, set apart only for their approach to others being rather unorthodox. Forced to take on responsibilities when so young, it took a toll upon both mind and body, shown in a trudging step and eyes marred by dark bags, yet they were unwilling to swallow their pride and seek assistance. Rather they had chosen to seek out others and enjoy simplistic tasks to get their mind off everything, enjoy company who spoke not of healing or politics, and so they were drawn towards the pup.
Slow steps drew the darkly toned bengal forward, a quirk to their fictional brow showing a look of both intrigue and a little disgust for they too had come to swallow some sea water, early attempts to teach themself to swim ending badly. They had thought better of allowing others to know though the sickness that had gripped them for a time after had been painful, pride was above even such. For a brief moment their dark gaze found Sylvina, pondering over moving closer yet seemed to think better of such, instead they chose to take a seat by Fischer, familiar to them now though interaction between the two was minimal outside of lessons. “Name's Aita an I never learnt how ta fuckin read,” a stupid joke it might have been and yet the sage spoke with a straight face, never allowing it to slip that wasn't entirely true. Rather they enjoyed reading, slowly teaching themself a few of the smaller words and getting closer to the point they would begin trying to write, such didn't seem as fun, however.
Slow steps drew the darkly toned bengal forward, a quirk to their fictional brow showing a look of both intrigue and a little disgust for they too had come to swallow some sea water, early attempts to teach themself to swim ending badly. They had thought better of allowing others to know though the sickness that had gripped them for a time after had been painful, pride was above even such. For a brief moment their dark gaze found Sylvina, pondering over moving closer yet seemed to think better of such, instead they chose to take a seat by Fischer, familiar to them now though interaction between the two was minimal outside of lessons. “Name's Aita an I never learnt how ta fuckin read,” a stupid joke it might have been and yet the sage spoke with a straight face, never allowing it to slip that wasn't entirely true. Rather they enjoyed reading, slowly teaching themself a few of the smaller words and getting closer to the point they would begin trying to write, such didn't seem as fun, however.