10-23-2018, 10:42 PM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:calibri;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Gentle hum, sound without structure for there was no need. Brief is the break as tip of pale tongue pokes through, drawn across surface of lips left cracked and bitten, picked up once more with a little hitch. Slight is the twist of features toned within the shade of coal, tune breaking apart into a faint groan. Pushing against the soil, weight shifting until side hits and then back, limbs stretching out. About him the tall stalks of grass slow to shed the gentle tone of green, holding it as though they seek to bring back summer within her dress of gold and green sprinkled with gentle pastel tones with wishful want, rise and frame the small space of the sky above.
Eyes track the movement of clouds pushed through the expanse of blue, the warmth of the sun beating down upon exposed belly pleasant, enough so it takes only a short time for those golden eyes to slid shut. It had been sometime since last Harland had grown so comfortable, felt the weight of everything slide from his shoulders, though lie would it be to say he bore any great stone as many others did, more those bony shoulders shook beneath the presence of guilt and fear. Emotion. A funny thing is it, fleeting feelings that bring with it various responses, twisting the stomach in cruel knots or filling it with the fluttering of gentle wings, smile harsh as it touches pale surface or slight, a gentle ghost lingering in the corners. He had felt such, and a great deal more, within recent days though understand was never quite there, lingering upon the surface of thoughts only to be dashed when another sought him or broke fragile concentration.
Rustle of grass, a sea of green and brown parting for one who moved with light step, drawing ears forward. Head tilts back and once more he finds himself looking about, unsure for a time before he is allowing his weight to draw him back onto his belly. Few seconds, passage of time enough for the sound to rise, slow passing speaking of no hurry yet there was purpose there, brief stops enough to show this was not someone lost. Lifting himself upon his toes he balanced there for a short time, trying to look over the grass but for all his attempts there was little hope of such. There is was again. Slow steps, press of paws into the soft top soil giving no sound though the drying grass gently spoke, murmured sounds as they called out for summer, parting before him.
It was once the observatory was within his view, the last few stalks pushed aside with a paw, Har began to allow the idea of finding this other wandered to fade. Yet a glimmer of something, a soft tone of white standing out against the darker tone of concrete walls, was enough. Once more interest was ignited within his chest, a gentle heat that pushed him forward, pace slow for anything of a great speed would only tip his precariously balanced weight.
Well into the making of the crown was Clementine by the time Har was finally able to find her, focused upon it and each movement thought out, given purpose. Gentle hum rose from her, sound speaking of contentment and about his lips smile found a place, slight glimmer of teeth shown between dark skin. Brief was the want to disturb her peace, question her on how to make such, left within the back of his mind for a later time. Rather than do such he moved a little closer, distance still there though he was sure to allow her the chance to see him if she wished him to leave her be, settling upon his haunches. Seconds passed, time enough he grew almost entranced by the way she worked, tracking the movement of her paws as she handled each flower, slight tilt to his head betraying the faint confusion within his interest.
“What are you doing?” Thoughtless, or as thoughtless as communication based upon the sharing of thought may be, was the inquiry, Sudden was the rise of eyes that grew wide, mouth parting in a silent look of embarrassment. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt.” Har never gave Clem time enough to reply, words rushing to fill in the space left behind in the wake of prior question, his head turning away and paw lifting to press into his cheek.
Eyes track the movement of clouds pushed through the expanse of blue, the warmth of the sun beating down upon exposed belly pleasant, enough so it takes only a short time for those golden eyes to slid shut. It had been sometime since last Harland had grown so comfortable, felt the weight of everything slide from his shoulders, though lie would it be to say he bore any great stone as many others did, more those bony shoulders shook beneath the presence of guilt and fear. Emotion. A funny thing is it, fleeting feelings that bring with it various responses, twisting the stomach in cruel knots or filling it with the fluttering of gentle wings, smile harsh as it touches pale surface or slight, a gentle ghost lingering in the corners. He had felt such, and a great deal more, within recent days though understand was never quite there, lingering upon the surface of thoughts only to be dashed when another sought him or broke fragile concentration.
Rustle of grass, a sea of green and brown parting for one who moved with light step, drawing ears forward. Head tilts back and once more he finds himself looking about, unsure for a time before he is allowing his weight to draw him back onto his belly. Few seconds, passage of time enough for the sound to rise, slow passing speaking of no hurry yet there was purpose there, brief stops enough to show this was not someone lost. Lifting himself upon his toes he balanced there for a short time, trying to look over the grass but for all his attempts there was little hope of such. There is was again. Slow steps, press of paws into the soft top soil giving no sound though the drying grass gently spoke, murmured sounds as they called out for summer, parting before him.
It was once the observatory was within his view, the last few stalks pushed aside with a paw, Har began to allow the idea of finding this other wandered to fade. Yet a glimmer of something, a soft tone of white standing out against the darker tone of concrete walls, was enough. Once more interest was ignited within his chest, a gentle heat that pushed him forward, pace slow for anything of a great speed would only tip his precariously balanced weight.
Well into the making of the crown was Clementine by the time Har was finally able to find her, focused upon it and each movement thought out, given purpose. Gentle hum rose from her, sound speaking of contentment and about his lips smile found a place, slight glimmer of teeth shown between dark skin. Brief was the want to disturb her peace, question her on how to make such, left within the back of his mind for a later time. Rather than do such he moved a little closer, distance still there though he was sure to allow her the chance to see him if she wished him to leave her be, settling upon his haunches. Seconds passed, time enough he grew almost entranced by the way she worked, tracking the movement of her paws as she handled each flower, slight tilt to his head betraying the faint confusion within his interest.
“What are you doing?” Thoughtless, or as thoughtless as communication based upon the sharing of thought may be, was the inquiry, Sudden was the rise of eyes that grew wide, mouth parting in a silent look of embarrassment. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt.” Har never gave Clem time enough to reply, words rushing to fill in the space left behind in the wake of prior question, his head turning away and paw lifting to press into his cheek.