11-02-2018, 09:42 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"] Drawn of breath between parted teeth is sharp. It might have been amusing if only the lurch of heart, fingers curling about it and restricting the beat grown into the flurry of fearful wings, had not been there. With a soft click teeth slot together once more, the draw of the single dark eye left to him slow as he took in this other, in some ways familiar and yet, in a great many more, not. Never had their paths crossed, rather they ran in different directions before drawn together in this moment. All the same tug upon memory is clear, drawing forth disjointed fragments, moments his mind struggled to keep.
“It... Uh, thank you and I understand,” uneasy the curl upon dark lips, flick of ears, brief their press against skull. It would have been easier to turn from her and leave this place, allow his mind a chance to draw upon each fragment of memory and bring it together in time, allowed its own pace. The on-slaughter of it, moment when a small body softened with baby fat had been suspended in water, the sharp words of another snapping at them, caught in the forefront of his mind.
Understandable is caution. Though he had not been apart of a group for some time news had been easy to catch, words whispered between those who found another, frantic in their want to share each tidbit and gather more. Almost a game was it to see who knew the most, holding this knowledge in high regard though it was useless to them all. “No where in particular,” clear was how the question caught him, words unexpected. Almost had the truth slipped through, familiar the weight of the name, barely withheld. “Been travelling for a while, I used to be a healer but wanted to be on my own.” It had taken only a short time to learn how lonely such a life was.
“It... Uh, thank you and I understand,” uneasy the curl upon dark lips, flick of ears, brief their press against skull. It would have been easier to turn from her and leave this place, allow his mind a chance to draw upon each fragment of memory and bring it together in time, allowed its own pace. The on-slaughter of it, moment when a small body softened with baby fat had been suspended in water, the sharp words of another snapping at them, caught in the forefront of his mind.
Understandable is caution. Though he had not been apart of a group for some time news had been easy to catch, words whispered between those who found another, frantic in their want to share each tidbit and gather more. Almost a game was it to see who knew the most, holding this knowledge in high regard though it was useless to them all. “No where in particular,” clear was how the question caught him, words unexpected. Almost had the truth slipped through, familiar the weight of the name, barely withheld. “Been travelling for a while, I used to be a healer but wanted to be on my own.” It had taken only a short time to learn how lonely such a life was.