10-22-2018, 06:35 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;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]There had been a time the child was the first present, caught up within the want to learn more of each that presented themself upon lines drawn across the land. Simpler had been such times, the gentle heat within the air bringing with it possibility and carrying gentle the tones of life, drawn together until he found himself lingering on the edge of excitement. It had taken only a short frame of time, what seemed days to ruin progress of months until only faint traces of those days lingered about the edges, so like broken glass.
But then had not he changed as well. Almost easy had it been to bare the heat, pain curled within the hollow of throat and about stomach left empty, lighter for a great much had been presented to him. Upon one another things had built, some given the light weight of more pleasant avenues while some bore only destruction, want to destroy a peace that had seemed fragile. And yet none of it had mattered to a child caught up within happy go lucky want and joy, allowing each day its chance before it may be written off as success or failure. So easily had it crumbled, blocks built upon a shaky surface unable to bare weight growing heavier, permitting no warning before it was crashing down about their heads.
He should not be present, well known was such a fact, and yet here the child was, trailing behind one of the few he trusted. Clear was the wear of it all, put upon shoulders that had suffered and felt the strain, grown weary even before all of this, shouldered for the fact there seemed no other willing or able. Mouth parted, though never was there to be audible words anymore it seemed almost a habit, teeth clicking as his voice rose. Almost did it seem as it had once been, teasing words expressing disbelief as Moon addressed the one who stood before him. Creeping closer the presence of the others was almost lost upon Harland, small body ducking until he was wiggling beneath Moon.
Wrong. About him the scene played out, given dull edge as each spoke in turn, elaborating upon former remarks. Gentle sound pushed through pursed lips, all he would offer, looking instead to the unfamiliar panther.
But then had not he changed as well. Almost easy had it been to bare the heat, pain curled within the hollow of throat and about stomach left empty, lighter for a great much had been presented to him. Upon one another things had built, some given the light weight of more pleasant avenues while some bore only destruction, want to destroy a peace that had seemed fragile. And yet none of it had mattered to a child caught up within happy go lucky want and joy, allowing each day its chance before it may be written off as success or failure. So easily had it crumbled, blocks built upon a shaky surface unable to bare weight growing heavier, permitting no warning before it was crashing down about their heads.
He should not be present, well known was such a fact, and yet here the child was, trailing behind one of the few he trusted. Clear was the wear of it all, put upon shoulders that had suffered and felt the strain, grown weary even before all of this, shouldered for the fact there seemed no other willing or able. Mouth parted, though never was there to be audible words anymore it seemed almost a habit, teeth clicking as his voice rose. Almost did it seem as it had once been, teasing words expressing disbelief as Moon addressed the one who stood before him. Creeping closer the presence of the others was almost lost upon Harland, small body ducking until he was wiggling beneath Moon.
Wrong. About him the scene played out, given dull edge as each spoke in turn, elaborating upon former remarks. Gentle sound pushed through pursed lips, all he would offer, looking instead to the unfamiliar panther.