04-10-2018, 10:50 AM
//retro to capture
Jacob had heard Jersey sing many times before. He'd taught him everything he knew, after all, including how to play the guitar. The boy approached his big brother with a smile spread across his maw and his tail wagging lightly behind him. He settled down and listened silently among the Snowbounders. This was the first time he'd seen him play in their new home and he felt some pride swell in him. They could do well here, he thought. He hadn't really made a lot of close friends yet but many of his clanmates were nice enough, he supposed, and he could stay here for awhile longer. There was a part of him that thought it was good he hadn't gotten close to anyone. If someone found him, if he had to leave, if they tried to hurt anyone... it was easy to protect Jersey but an entire group of people? That was impossible. No, no, no. He couldn't think that way. He was safe here. All the paranoia was supposed to be left behind in the city, but he supposed one couldn't get rid of a way of life overnight.
Still, it'd been nearly a month and he wasn't sleeping and it almost felt as though the paranoia was worse some days than it'd been, even on the way here. But he knew he couldn't use any of that as an excuse to brush everyone to the side. He'd never done that. After the fire, it'd been hard to trust anyone or maintain his cheery disposition but he'd learned how to, overtime. This was just another adjustment period, that was all. He'd learn again. "I guess ya' sound alrigh'," the boy stated with a light smile on his maw. He paused a moment and then added, in a more genuine tone, "Ya' sound good, Jersey. You'll have ta' teach me how ta' play that one."
Jacob had heard Jersey sing many times before. He'd taught him everything he knew, after all, including how to play the guitar. The boy approached his big brother with a smile spread across his maw and his tail wagging lightly behind him. He settled down and listened silently among the Snowbounders. This was the first time he'd seen him play in their new home and he felt some pride swell in him. They could do well here, he thought. He hadn't really made a lot of close friends yet but many of his clanmates were nice enough, he supposed, and he could stay here for awhile longer. There was a part of him that thought it was good he hadn't gotten close to anyone. If someone found him, if he had to leave, if they tried to hurt anyone... it was easy to protect Jersey but an entire group of people? That was impossible. No, no, no. He couldn't think that way. He was safe here. All the paranoia was supposed to be left behind in the city, but he supposed one couldn't get rid of a way of life overnight.
Still, it'd been nearly a month and he wasn't sleeping and it almost felt as though the paranoia was worse some days than it'd been, even on the way here. But he knew he couldn't use any of that as an excuse to brush everyone to the side. He'd never done that. After the fire, it'd been hard to trust anyone or maintain his cheery disposition but he'd learned how to, overtime. This was just another adjustment period, that was all. He'd learn again. "I guess ya' sound alrigh'," the boy stated with a light smile on his maw. He paused a moment and then added, in a more genuine tone, "Ya' sound good, Jersey. You'll have ta' teach me how ta' play that one."
★ though the scars remain and tears will never dry, i'll bless my homeland til i die ━
[glow=black,2,300]a beauty calm and clear[/glow]
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