11-09-2018, 12:04 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"][ ❖ ] ;; – “Hello,” gentle the tone perched upon the pale tip of tongue, as is the curling of slight smile, home found within corners of lips toned in soft shadings of pink. Child are they, sweeps of cream and lilac adorned upon frame slight though heavy with the thickness of fur fluffed against chill raising from the ocean, the gentle song of it raising in a steady beat, filling ears that flick and twitch. Clear is the soft curl of unease upon features, furrow of brow accompanying the draw of frown as it replaced the more friendly twist of lips, hesitant the next step to draw them closer.
Short had been the expanse of their time, encasing the short frame of only a few months, and their experience had not extended to this point. Framed within the open gate, soft the hiss of reptilian life contained in the wicker structure of basic only a short distance away, the sound of breathing, slight as it was with an edge that spoke of hardship, the child was confused and left wondering. Idle was the thoughts which curled about cream toned head, wondering if it might be best to move closer yet sharp was the smell of metal touched with rust, deterint which left small paw hovering above the soil.
“Are you okay...” Inquiry rose with clear lack of anything – where one may think the quiet touch of worry may be found in the structure of each word there was nothing within though shaded were the dull eyes, brow creased atop them, frown upon lips speaking of such further. But it was for mere show, the gentle beat of heart given nothing of such a thing. Flick of small wings, the downy fuzz along their structure fluffing up before they were drawn to the back once more, tilt to small head speaking of curiosity.
Short had been the expanse of their time, encasing the short frame of only a few months, and their experience had not extended to this point. Framed within the open gate, soft the hiss of reptilian life contained in the wicker structure of basic only a short distance away, the sound of breathing, slight as it was with an edge that spoke of hardship, the child was confused and left wondering. Idle was the thoughts which curled about cream toned head, wondering if it might be best to move closer yet sharp was the smell of metal touched with rust, deterint which left small paw hovering above the soil.
“Are you okay...” Inquiry rose with clear lack of anything – where one may think the quiet touch of worry may be found in the structure of each word there was nothing within though shaded were the dull eyes, brow creased atop them, frown upon lips speaking of such further. But it was for mere show, the gentle beat of heart given nothing of such a thing. Flick of small wings, the downy fuzz along their structure fluffing up before they were drawn to the back once more, tilt to small head speaking of curiosity.