08-27-2018, 08:27 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;"]The lose of sight, be it from damage sustained to the eyes or else to have it stolen by glimpses of the past one had walked before, had never been something which had troubled the child though his own eyes seemed to fail him at times, weakened though to no point as this stranger. He had grown accustomed to it, the strange blur to the distance given enough familiarity he had learnt to deal with it and had ways to telling things apart when needed, yet all his senses seemed such. Strange was it to move through the world within a dulled experience, unable to fully comprehend it all yet it was all he had known and so he had no grounds to complain, such words never touching his lips.
Harland had taken to the small cluster of trees which bordered the land, preferring the quiet and solitude of such for the constant presence of so much life, of voices fighting to be louder than the next, had grown too much for him to handle outside of a few hours. Yet his was still a face seen about, given to exploration when things got to a point his mind sought something, it was upon such a walk he found the stranger, yet proved hesitant until two familiar faces appeared. Their offering of help drew the kitten closer, creeping forward until he was by Bastille, watching the stranger for a moment.
Slowly he reached out and made to touch the vines which entrapped Shiro, looking towards the other two with a furrowed brow. How did one end in such a predicament and how were they to get him out.
Harland had taken to the small cluster of trees which bordered the land, preferring the quiet and solitude of such for the constant presence of so much life, of voices fighting to be louder than the next, had grown too much for him to handle outside of a few hours. Yet his was still a face seen about, given to exploration when things got to a point his mind sought something, it was upon such a walk he found the stranger, yet proved hesitant until two familiar faces appeared. Their offering of help drew the kitten closer, creeping forward until he was by Bastille, watching the stranger for a moment.
Slowly he reached out and made to touch the vines which entrapped Shiro, looking towards the other two with a furrowed brow. How did one end in such a predicament and how were they to get him out.