08-15-2018, 06:53 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;"]It had been only a short time ago they had been given their own position and yet the day had faded from their mind for they held anticipation and fear, awaiting a call they had thought never to come, yet it did little to dilute the excitement which had bubbled within them once they had learnt of their own rise within the ranks. Yet they could not say they performed such antics as the other child for they were one seemingly devoid of the usual playful nature of youth, not to say they were beyond such, more they needed to be in the correct mindset for such antics.
Small paws moved across the course grains of the sand, a slow pace drawing the tiny sage across the stretch of beach, one they had walked many times though they had never really taken the time to look upon the structures which doted it. They knew well the excitement of gaining a place your own, their move to the tavern had been to get away from the submarine and the constant stream of visitors, ambassadors and higher ups seeking their father for meetings, the joy they had felt at the simple transition proved to pale within comparison to the day they had taken up residence within the tree house.
Sand flew by them and they shuffled back a few steps, unsure how exactly to react as they watched Snare enjoy his moment. “I take it ya got promoted,” laughter rose behind their words, head tilting to one side as they made a point to ignore Caesar, knowing if they dared speak it was likely to end badly for one of them. Aita had chosen to sit out the meeting, still recovering from their cold it had seemed a stupid idea to be around so many, and they had yet to pick up the news.
Small paws moved across the course grains of the sand, a slow pace drawing the tiny sage across the stretch of beach, one they had walked many times though they had never really taken the time to look upon the structures which doted it. They knew well the excitement of gaining a place your own, their move to the tavern had been to get away from the submarine and the constant stream of visitors, ambassadors and higher ups seeking their father for meetings, the joy they had felt at the simple transition proved to pale within comparison to the day they had taken up residence within the tree house.
Sand flew by them and they shuffled back a few steps, unsure how exactly to react as they watched Snare enjoy his moment. “I take it ya got promoted,” laughter rose behind their words, head tilting to one side as they made a point to ignore Caesar, knowing if they dared speak it was likely to end badly for one of them. Aita had chosen to sit out the meeting, still recovering from their cold it had seemed a stupid idea to be around so many, and they had yet to pick up the news.