09-07-2018, 12:55 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;"]Though they tried as best they could there was little within slumber for them, the few hours they found their mind quiet enough to permit sleep touched with fragments of memory and dream, drawn together until it seemed little more than nightmares, ever shifting and changing, pulling forth anything it could until it all fell away. They had grown accustomed to not sleeping, preferring instead to wander until something had drawn them to the garden where a place amongst the flowers had been made, enough room for them to curl into, the only place they found any sense of peace and comfort. Yet this night it was more than nightmares, though such was present, rather it seemed more a restless energy. It left them with the want to move about, never quite settling for all that long, and it was as such they found themself moving through the halls.
It was a want for company which drew the small child through the halls, listening to the echo of each step, the only sound for some time before the silence was broken more thoroughly. Only a few murmured words, strings a conversation they were not apart of and thus intruding gave them brief pause, but enough. Interest arose and a slow pace was quickened, thinking less of the situation which may draw so many, for voices became easier to distinguish as they came to move closer speaking of the number of those present, and more of not being alone.
“Margy...” Strangled whisper parted pale lips and for a time it seemed Harland was like to turn, run from this place, yet something kept them present, unease settling into their muscles, clear as steps grew hesitant. Gentle was the gesture of head bumping against Moon's leg, though it seemed they were unwilling to move and instead slumped, falling heavily into a seated position. Greatly were the two missed, to so many family who gave love and kind words so easily, given to smiles and laughter, remembered fondly by all. There was no exception of the child though they seemed practised at hiding it all, accustomed to such lose, yet this seemed different. Heavier was this grief then it had been before, when no chance to help them had been offered, torn from them with no warning.
It was a want for company which drew the small child through the halls, listening to the echo of each step, the only sound for some time before the silence was broken more thoroughly. Only a few murmured words, strings a conversation they were not apart of and thus intruding gave them brief pause, but enough. Interest arose and a slow pace was quickened, thinking less of the situation which may draw so many, for voices became easier to distinguish as they came to move closer speaking of the number of those present, and more of not being alone.
“Margy...” Strangled whisper parted pale lips and for a time it seemed Harland was like to turn, run from this place, yet something kept them present, unease settling into their muscles, clear as steps grew hesitant. Gentle was the gesture of head bumping against Moon's leg, though it seemed they were unwilling to move and instead slumped, falling heavily into a seated position. Greatly were the two missed, to so many family who gave love and kind words so easily, given to smiles and laughter, remembered fondly by all. There was no exception of the child though they seemed practised at hiding it all, accustomed to such lose, yet this seemed different. Heavier was this grief then it had been before, when no chance to help them had been offered, torn from them with no warning.