08-25-2018, 07:29 PM
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It's overwhelming at first, to find himself standing practically underneath the paws of two strangers. While there had been other people around his parents, talking had never been his role. In fact, he'd rarely even been allowed in the same room. It had made the child awkward, and when Aineis opens her mouth and Luca smiles at him, the young canine has to fight the urge to withdraw. Unlike Aineis, Garrett has yet to learn that there's any shame in being lost. Or — anything, really, but he's still certainly shy. It doesn't help when she looks so strange. Neither of them looks particularly kind, and although Luca doesn't speak what's on his mind, there's some sort of feeling. Like he's not being seen right, or that he's being judged. It fades quickly, though Garrett still pins his ears back against his skull and momentarily shrinks.
The next person to approach, however, is as young as he is. Smaller, with lighter colors, and smells faintly of... herbs, maybe. He doesn't wrinkle his nose, but he's well aware that in comparison to these people, he looks like a mess. His thick fur is messy and matted with mud in places, or dried wiry from salt in others. It doesn't quite hit him that he should be self-conscious, yet the boy is still clearly aware. Eventually, he swallows down his thoughts and speaks, glancing between everyone (there were four, now that the other one with the snake was here). His attention first focuses on who he finds to be the kindest (Pip), though he answers the question the weird hybrid lady had asked. "I'm Garrett." It's a simple introduction, not quite an answer to what he had said or requested, but there were two others talking and one other that didn't. The boy shifts on his paws, ears still flicking indecisively. How did he get here? "I just walked." (He's unaware of the fact that Cleo probably didn't mean it like that, and promptly takes a step away from her even though her snake has disappeared again. Mama said not to trust those things. He doesn't realize quite yet that he should be more tolerant.)
His dull green eyes narrow, almost in confusion, once Cleo's remark settles in. "Pip said that. Should I yell? If you can't hear, I mean."
It's overwhelming at first, to find himself standing practically underneath the paws of two strangers. While there had been other people around his parents, talking had never been his role. In fact, he'd rarely even been allowed in the same room. It had made the child awkward, and when Aineis opens her mouth and Luca smiles at him, the young canine has to fight the urge to withdraw. Unlike Aineis, Garrett has yet to learn that there's any shame in being lost. Or — anything, really, but he's still certainly shy. It doesn't help when she looks so strange. Neither of them looks particularly kind, and although Luca doesn't speak what's on his mind, there's some sort of feeling. Like he's not being seen right, or that he's being judged. It fades quickly, though Garrett still pins his ears back against his skull and momentarily shrinks.
The next person to approach, however, is as young as he is. Smaller, with lighter colors, and smells faintly of... herbs, maybe. He doesn't wrinkle his nose, but he's well aware that in comparison to these people, he looks like a mess. His thick fur is messy and matted with mud in places, or dried wiry from salt in others. It doesn't quite hit him that he should be self-conscious, yet the boy is still clearly aware. Eventually, he swallows down his thoughts and speaks, glancing between everyone (there were four, now that the other one with the snake was here). His attention first focuses on who he finds to be the kindest (Pip), though he answers the question the weird hybrid lady had asked. "I'm Garrett." It's a simple introduction, not quite an answer to what he had said or requested, but there were two others talking and one other that didn't. The boy shifts on his paws, ears still flicking indecisively. How did he get here? "I just walked." (He's unaware of the fact that Cleo probably didn't mean it like that, and promptly takes a step away from her even though her snake has disappeared again. Mama said not to trust those things. He doesn't realize quite yet that he should be more tolerant.)
His dull green eyes narrow, almost in confusion, once Cleo's remark settles in. "Pip said that. Should I yell? If you can't hear, I mean."
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AIN'T EVEN SCRATCHED THE SURFACE
thinking i deserve the dream but
I DON'T DESERVE THE HURTING; I WANT THE FLAME WITHOUT THE BURNING
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