09-07-2018, 12:08 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;"]It proved a rather uncommon sight where it came to the child being present within the observatory, something about it pushing him back, dulling his want to be present for the fact it held some quality about it, as though harbouring a similar disdain. Yet he felt the warmed earth become chilled, the metal flooring seemingly unable – or might it be unwilling – to hold onto the warmth of sunlight, casting a wide rectangle into the circle, broken only by the small patch of darkness he made. For a time he could only watch, standing within the threshold, unsure on if he should approach.
He held no power of his own, or at the least any he harboured was buried to such a point they proved inaccessible, of which he was fine, and as such knew little of what was happening. Yet it seemed almost to grow necessary to intervene in any small way he could, brief the shift of his attention towards the others present, lingering on Hazel for too well could he feel the grief on her, before it found Thea as once more she sneezed. Sliding some on the metal floor Harland approached, though seemed to think better of standing close to the leopard, instead moving so he was half hidden behind Bast.
“Need rest...” Croaking was the voice which rose from him, worsened for he too had found tears had to contain though he seemed one of the few to bounce back rather quickly, or at least in public, the quality of his voice the only thing hinting at his grief for golden eyes seemed to harbour only worry. “Tea an blanket.” Nodding along as he spoke, as though he truly believed the words to be true though really he was more guessing, having pick up only a few things from watching Moon and Imperia work.
He held no power of his own, or at the least any he harboured was buried to such a point they proved inaccessible, of which he was fine, and as such knew little of what was happening. Yet it seemed almost to grow necessary to intervene in any small way he could, brief the shift of his attention towards the others present, lingering on Hazel for too well could he feel the grief on her, before it found Thea as once more she sneezed. Sliding some on the metal floor Harland approached, though seemed to think better of standing close to the leopard, instead moving so he was half hidden behind Bast.
“Need rest...” Croaking was the voice which rose from him, worsened for he too had found tears had to contain though he seemed one of the few to bounce back rather quickly, or at least in public, the quality of his voice the only thing hinting at his grief for golden eyes seemed to harbour only worry. “Tea an blanket.” Nodding along as he spoke, as though he truly believed the words to be true though really he was more guessing, having pick up only a few things from watching Moon and Imperia work.