09-13-2018, 12:24 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-13-2018, 12:24 AM by harland m..)
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Dark ears flicked and swivelled around, golden eyes following, tracking the faint movement of the undergrowth. Harland had come to find himself better suited to the dense thicket bordering the land he had begun to tentatively call home, or at least preferred it over the observatory, wandering it for much of the day until he grew lonesome. At times others had been present, moving about freely though given more ease than this, and so confusion bubbled within the young Guardian, a faint touch of interest working through it.
Small paws made an easier time of the ground than the wanderer, pace easy as he slipped about the trunks and hopped over roots that had risen through the soil, momentum drawing to a brief halt as a voice rose. The question held an edge, as though the speaker was fearful, but of what Har could not say for sure. “Hello,” repeating the word the tiny black kitten finally caught sight of Bones, smile curling about his own maw easily. Compared to the other he was tiny, even for a kitten of his age, head tilting back to look upon him.
“Who?” Blinking wide eyes up at the canine he asked the question in an easy, light tone, remembering how the others had approached strangers on the border though he lacked the second half of it.
Dark ears flicked and swivelled around, golden eyes following, tracking the faint movement of the undergrowth. Harland had come to find himself better suited to the dense thicket bordering the land he had begun to tentatively call home, or at least preferred it over the observatory, wandering it for much of the day until he grew lonesome. At times others had been present, moving about freely though given more ease than this, and so confusion bubbled within the young Guardian, a faint touch of interest working through it.
Small paws made an easier time of the ground than the wanderer, pace easy as he slipped about the trunks and hopped over roots that had risen through the soil, momentum drawing to a brief halt as a voice rose. The question held an edge, as though the speaker was fearful, but of what Har could not say for sure. “Hello,” repeating the word the tiny black kitten finally caught sight of Bones, smile curling about his own maw easily. Compared to the other he was tiny, even for a kitten of his age, head tilting back to look upon him.
“Who?” Blinking wide eyes up at the canine he asked the question in an easy, light tone, remembering how the others had approached strangers on the border though he lacked the second half of it.