08-25-2018, 03:43 AM
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Left wet and slick with mud, or at the least the sediment which had gathered about the bed of the slow moving stream, the child seemed nothing like such, dripping as he stumbled through the undergrowth. For the better part of the day he had waded through the calm waters, felt mud squish beneath bare toes gripping at the hidden rocks beneath, arm held out to steady him yet it was no help. He knew his bandages would need to be changed once he got back, the once pristine linen marred by the gunk which left his clothes an even larger mess, the shirt and shorts likely to be thrown out rather than an attempt made to clean either.
Yet there was a smile on his lips, one seemingly so rare now, laughter dancing in the dark eyes, alight with a joy which curled about his heart. So soon had his childhood been taken, given to work he loved and found himself entranced by, but still it felt nice to get away from it, and there was no secret to his love of the life present on the island. The trek hadn't entirely been for nought, one pocket strangely mobile, shifting slightly and giving off faint croaks every now and then. It seemed Sil had a disgruntled passenger along, his purpose for such unknown but surely it was of high priority for only such would drive him to become as messy as he was. By no means one who hated every speck of dust and grime he preferred simply to keep it off him, and so he was an odd sight.
Stumbling into the bay he looked about for any others before scampering off, moving towards the Capricorn where briefly he was staying until other arrangements could be made, all the while laughter rising. He was the picture of a little boy enjoying his time, freed from the responsibilities put before him for a time, forgetting the constant struggle to contain his thoughts, a budding headache lingering about his temples for he couldn't quite process how fast his thoughts were. None of it was here, however, just the joy of his prize and Sil slipping upon the cobbles as muddied feet couldn't quite find a proper grip upon the smooth stone.
Left wet and slick with mud, or at the least the sediment which had gathered about the bed of the slow moving stream, the child seemed nothing like such, dripping as he stumbled through the undergrowth. For the better part of the day he had waded through the calm waters, felt mud squish beneath bare toes gripping at the hidden rocks beneath, arm held out to steady him yet it was no help. He knew his bandages would need to be changed once he got back, the once pristine linen marred by the gunk which left his clothes an even larger mess, the shirt and shorts likely to be thrown out rather than an attempt made to clean either.
Yet there was a smile on his lips, one seemingly so rare now, laughter dancing in the dark eyes, alight with a joy which curled about his heart. So soon had his childhood been taken, given to work he loved and found himself entranced by, but still it felt nice to get away from it, and there was no secret to his love of the life present on the island. The trek hadn't entirely been for nought, one pocket strangely mobile, shifting slightly and giving off faint croaks every now and then. It seemed Sil had a disgruntled passenger along, his purpose for such unknown but surely it was of high priority for only such would drive him to become as messy as he was. By no means one who hated every speck of dust and grime he preferred simply to keep it off him, and so he was an odd sight.
Stumbling into the bay he looked about for any others before scampering off, moving towards the Capricorn where briefly he was staying until other arrangements could be made, all the while laughter rising. He was the picture of a little boy enjoying his time, freed from the responsibilities put before him for a time, forgetting the constant struggle to contain his thoughts, a budding headache lingering about his temples for he couldn't quite process how fast his thoughts were. None of it was here, however, just the joy of his prize and Sil slipping upon the cobbles as muddied feet couldn't quite find a proper grip upon the smooth stone.