08-25-2018, 01:46 AM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]There had never really been a need to document when he had come about, the day marred by death for life seemed to have needed a sacrifice to permit the tiny child to survive beyond a single breath. Neither had the thought ever really rose in his mind, all he knew was the heat of the desert, no real seasons marking each passing and the moon held importance only upon two phases, otherwise its passage went without notice. It is strange to think to some it is a big thing, to a point books are written upon the subject, but then he loved the stars if not the moon. Or at least the celestial body contained within the darkness of the sky, the mortal being baring the name held a place in his heart, one he was tentative to give but proved unwilling to cut away.
Rare was it to find Harland within the walls of the observatory, something about it left him unwilling to cross the threshold on a regular basis, preferring the wide expand of grassland stretching before it. Yet small paws tapped softly with each step, a little bound within an easy tread, wide golden eyes trailing over the few who wandered about within. Dark ears swivelled forward and his pace quickened when familiar voices reached him, though the words were unclear, mere sound his mind couldn't quite process.
“Moon!” Squeaked out the name seemed soft though the tone was rough, scratchy as it scraped along his throat. Moving forward Har made an attempt to headbutt the lion in questions leg, a gesture of affection though a rather violent one. Lifting his gaze the kitten looked towards Zjarr with confusion, not quite sure what to make of any of his last words. It was all strange to him yet he shuffled a little closer, reaching out to tap gently at the book, a question given no words – what is this?
Rare was it to find Harland within the walls of the observatory, something about it left him unwilling to cross the threshold on a regular basis, preferring the wide expand of grassland stretching before it. Yet small paws tapped softly with each step, a little bound within an easy tread, wide golden eyes trailing over the few who wandered about within. Dark ears swivelled forward and his pace quickened when familiar voices reached him, though the words were unclear, mere sound his mind couldn't quite process.
“Moon!” Squeaked out the name seemed soft though the tone was rough, scratchy as it scraped along his throat. Moving forward Har made an attempt to headbutt the lion in questions leg, a gesture of affection though a rather violent one. Lifting his gaze the kitten looked towards Zjarr with confusion, not quite sure what to make of any of his last words. It was all strange to him yet he shuffled a little closer, reaching out to tap gently at the book, a question given no words – what is this?