10-27-2018, 11:56 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 words, volume restricted where once it had lingered upon the higher octaves. Clear was the soft curl of surprise upon the coal toned features, yet it melted away and the smile only grew, ear flicking as he moved a little closer. It was strangely nice to be deemed anything but child, boy or otherwise, terms used though he was growing ever closer to the point he would leave such behind, still it was fitting in a way. Childish mannerisms and the quiet, hesitant presence he bore made Harland only the more younger, at least as others may gauge, minuscule when within comparison to a great many.
“Harland, b-but you can call me Har,” tongue poked through teeth, tough of pink upon the curved white, fictional brows drown down as he concentrated. It had been growing steadily easier to share messages with a single person, permitting that passage of thought between only a select few if he wanted, but still he had a great deal to learn. Slow was the trickle of blood from his nose, paw raising to hastily wipe it away, unconscious a movement as the boy settled back upon his haunches. Almost proud, though head twisted and the smiled turned somewhat sheepish, was he at being able to do such a thing, no matter the ache building in the centre of his skull.
Sudden on-slaughter, voices rising until they had become nothing more than a chaotic mess of background noise, ceaseless chatter that drove a nail through his head. Tentative now was the expression, though still it bore a faint smile, golden gaze moving between each though he offered no words his own. All were directed towards Marina – indeed a pretty one, suited to her in a way, short and to the point though its sound seemed softer then her in a way – and so his attention settled on her once more. Wide was the gaze as she backed off, wonder within as mouth parted in a soft exhale. Har knew of those that held such abilities, controlled elements as though it were simply apart of them, but none had been like this. “Wow...”
“Harland, b-but you can call me Har,” tongue poked through teeth, tough of pink upon the curved white, fictional brows drown down as he concentrated. It had been growing steadily easier to share messages with a single person, permitting that passage of thought between only a select few if he wanted, but still he had a great deal to learn. Slow was the trickle of blood from his nose, paw raising to hastily wipe it away, unconscious a movement as the boy settled back upon his haunches. Almost proud, though head twisted and the smiled turned somewhat sheepish, was he at being able to do such a thing, no matter the ache building in the centre of his skull.
Sudden on-slaughter, voices rising until they had become nothing more than a chaotic mess of background noise, ceaseless chatter that drove a nail through his head. Tentative now was the expression, though still it bore a faint smile, golden gaze moving between each though he offered no words his own. All were directed towards Marina – indeed a pretty one, suited to her in a way, short and to the point though its sound seemed softer then her in a way – and so his attention settled on her once more. Wide was the gaze as she backed off, wonder within as mouth parted in a soft exhale. Har knew of those that held such abilities, controlled elements as though it were simply apart of them, but none had been like this. “Wow...”