10-09-2018, 11:29 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:7.9pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]There is no need for violent wake up call, breath wasted for rare was such a thing no matter his want for it, desperate attempts made in hopes he might finally be permitted something resembling rest.
But if it was a reaction Moon so desired then such was what he may have. Words rose about him, tinny and drawn out, given a crackling edge, jaws parting with a sharp intake. Rather than the depths of sleep it was the web of thought Har was caught within, broken as familiar call reached him all at once, blurry eyes gazing about in confusing. Strange was it still, voice familiar though not the one he had come to expect, guilt worming into his heart as the thought formed. Unsteady movements drew the child up upon limbs that held a slight tremble, steps drawing him into the small group that passed him by, muttered between themselves in tones of agitation.
The want was there, almost a need, to close the distance and stand with his fath – leader. As close as he could the Guardian settled near the front, hidden behind the first few rows, listening with only half an ear.
But if it was a reaction Moon so desired then such was what he may have. Words rose about him, tinny and drawn out, given a crackling edge, jaws parting with a sharp intake. Rather than the depths of sleep it was the web of thought Har was caught within, broken as familiar call reached him all at once, blurry eyes gazing about in confusing. Strange was it still, voice familiar though not the one he had come to expect, guilt worming into his heart as the thought formed. Unsteady movements drew the child up upon limbs that held a slight tremble, steps drawing him into the small group that passed him by, muttered between themselves in tones of agitation.
The want was there, almost a need, to close the distance and stand with his fath – leader. As close as he could the Guardian settled near the front, hidden behind the first few rows, listening with only half an ear.