10-20-2018, 12:55 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.2; color:#000;font-family:calibri;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Span of a few days, time wearing on, ceaseless flow. That was all that had passed them, time accumulating though they had no care to mark them, minimal vocabulary limiting such things – a week,their mind might have supplied if it was there, yet it wasn't. Upon the child had exhaustion lingered heavy, mind slipping beneath the waves as the one who brought them had gently settled the small frame by the gate, different but holding unmistakable similarities.
Dusted with cinnamon, small prints pressed into the soft top soil blending with grains of sand shed from the small frame, paws taking a slow pace but within a slight bounce. Weight, slight was it was, rolled forward and popped up before settling once more, action repeated until suddenly momentum was drawing to an uneasy halt, another step stumbled as widened eyes took in the other. Even amongst the multitude here, life odd and yet wondrous, some given second chance for the clutches of earth seemed unable t hold them, the one here was strange in her own ways, set apart for it.
“Hello..." Quiet voice, edges breaking about want to roll the letters, hitching breath speaking of a stutter they struggle to hold back. Rare is it to hear the voice of the child, risen only within the company of those known, not out of dislike for the way their words broke apart and their tongue tripped, but simply because they struggled with putting thought into coherent structure. Moving closer CCLIV says nothing more, blue eyes seeking to meet that of the brighter tone, yet away theirs flick, unable to take looking upon such a bright shade for long. “Hurt.” Unease slips into single word, spoken without thought, small paw reaching with want to gently touch upon muzzle just above the nose of the other.
They lacked any skill in healing, though the faint want to help was still there, working through the beat of a heart picking up, cry caught behind their teeth. There were no words for none beyond the one they had deemed mother had helped them with injuries, minor in comparison to this, and so it simply continued, this waiting game, wondering if the next to approach may in some way assist.
Dusted with cinnamon, small prints pressed into the soft top soil blending with grains of sand shed from the small frame, paws taking a slow pace but within a slight bounce. Weight, slight was it was, rolled forward and popped up before settling once more, action repeated until suddenly momentum was drawing to an uneasy halt, another step stumbled as widened eyes took in the other. Even amongst the multitude here, life odd and yet wondrous, some given second chance for the clutches of earth seemed unable t hold them, the one here was strange in her own ways, set apart for it.
“Hello..." Quiet voice, edges breaking about want to roll the letters, hitching breath speaking of a stutter they struggle to hold back. Rare is it to hear the voice of the child, risen only within the company of those known, not out of dislike for the way their words broke apart and their tongue tripped, but simply because they struggled with putting thought into coherent structure. Moving closer CCLIV says nothing more, blue eyes seeking to meet that of the brighter tone, yet away theirs flick, unable to take looking upon such a bright shade for long. “Hurt.” Unease slips into single word, spoken without thought, small paw reaching with want to gently touch upon muzzle just above the nose of the other.
They lacked any skill in healing, though the faint want to help was still there, working through the beat of a heart picking up, cry caught behind their teeth. There were no words for none beyond the one they had deemed mother had helped them with injuries, minor in comparison to this, and so it simply continued, this waiting game, wondering if the next to approach may in some way assist.