09-17-2018, 02:09 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;"]There seemed no sense of fear, or what was present proved minimal to a point it might as well have been non-existent, few dredging up the sense of panic which warped and tore at thoughts, gossamer spun between shaking fingers. Such had proven all too clear for he was one of the first present where those upon the border were concerned, proving joyed at the prospect of meeting another though most towered about a stature small for one his age. It might have been idiocy to allow himself to enter those situations, driven there by a faint want, swirling about the surface of his thoughts, or it could have been for facts held close, so like cards clutched to the chest.
With time it might grow known, information shared freely when he deemed it so, but for now it was hidden, cast aside for a smile.
“Hello...” drawn across his tongue, harsh as throat throbbed with pain, driven too far for Harland held no true idea as to what boundaries he had where it came to his ability to commune, brief was the twist of pain before a smile settled once more. Yet the golden eyes showed something different, lacking where it once had before – confusion tinged with worry. This was the second to pass their borders within in such a state, downtrodden and seeking shelter, amongst more wants, speaking in ways strange to the child.
For a brief moment he wondered if it best to turn, allow the others to handle things here for already were the questions asked, before small paw finally touched the earth, step completed after it had been left hanging for a few beats. Another was completed, and the next, until the darkly toned child was filling the empty space next to Hazel, the want to lean into her, press against her side and feel her warmth, barely withheld. He had grown worried, fearful of the state she was present within but she seemed to grow better with each day, allowing herself a chance to continue her life though grief weighed her heart.
With time it might grow known, information shared freely when he deemed it so, but for now it was hidden, cast aside for a smile.
“Hello...” drawn across his tongue, harsh as throat throbbed with pain, driven too far for Harland held no true idea as to what boundaries he had where it came to his ability to commune, brief was the twist of pain before a smile settled once more. Yet the golden eyes showed something different, lacking where it once had before – confusion tinged with worry. This was the second to pass their borders within in such a state, downtrodden and seeking shelter, amongst more wants, speaking in ways strange to the child.
For a brief moment he wondered if it best to turn, allow the others to handle things here for already were the questions asked, before small paw finally touched the earth, step completed after it had been left hanging for a few beats. Another was completed, and the next, until the darkly toned child was filling the empty space next to Hazel, the want to lean into her, press against her side and feel her warmth, barely withheld. He had grown worried, fearful of the state she was present within but she seemed to grow better with each day, allowing herself a chance to continue her life though grief weighed her heart.