08-13-2018, 01:49 AM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]His steps are quick and light, small paws barely grazing the earth before they are lifted once more, a tentative little bounce to each. It had been but a few days since the child had found his steps drew him back here, towards a place he had once thought of with gentle fondness, it grew increasingly hard to ignore the restless energy, however. Once more the want to move touched him and it was growing ever difficult to satiate such when he held no want to go far, too many within the observatory were present within his thoughts, touched each dream, for him to think of leaving so soon. And then there was Moon.
And so it was Harland had found another way to rid himself of the abundance of energy, a small shadow to those upon the outside, following within their steps. Jaws parted with a sharp inhale, gaze drawn about the ruins as he climbed over the rubble, the interior unfamiliar for never had he dared to approach. It was pretty, the walls marked with points his young mind drew lines between, constellations of his own making rather than that which filled the sky, awe touching gold toned eyes.
Dark ears twitched, concentration broken as the voice rose, the sharp edge to it foreign to the child for never had they heard Suiteheart angry to any degree, one he thought impossible to shake. A small whine broke past his lips, barely audible as shuffled steps drew him closer, gaze settled upon the stranger. A slight tilt to the head, eyes squinting as he looked upon Hyoma, question leaving his lips before he might think upon it. “Are those real?” Accompanying this was the raise of paw, pointing towards the strange curl of magenta toned bone, unlike anything the child had come to see within the short expanse of his life.
And so it was Harland had found another way to rid himself of the abundance of energy, a small shadow to those upon the outside, following within their steps. Jaws parted with a sharp inhale, gaze drawn about the ruins as he climbed over the rubble, the interior unfamiliar for never had he dared to approach. It was pretty, the walls marked with points his young mind drew lines between, constellations of his own making rather than that which filled the sky, awe touching gold toned eyes.
Dark ears twitched, concentration broken as the voice rose, the sharp edge to it foreign to the child for never had they heard Suiteheart angry to any degree, one he thought impossible to shake. A small whine broke past his lips, barely audible as shuffled steps drew him closer, gaze settled upon the stranger. A slight tilt to the head, eyes squinting as he looked upon Hyoma, question leaving his lips before he might think upon it. “Are those real?” Accompanying this was the raise of paw, pointing towards the strange curl of magenta toned bone, unlike anything the child had come to see within the short expanse of his life.