11-22-2018, 11:54 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Wisdom comes not for the sole aspect of age, though indeed may the passage of time bring with it such a thing, but from the want for more, ever feeding the burning touch of hunger directed towards the matter of knowledge and its accumulation. From the beginning they had been about herbs, learnt of their purposes and names though tongue twisted and curled, unfamiliar with a great many of the names they bore, never did it quite snuff the desire within all the same.
Minimal was the knowledge contained in the idle strand of thought touching about cream toned skull where it came to such things are the darker side of medicinal herbs, those that bore with it hidden dangerous. Addiction was low though about some it was a factor common, the want for the reduction of pain bringing with it the further consequences of such, death lingering about the edges for all too much of a good thing can be as disastrous as a bad. This was different from both, however, sharp the smell of it about each, hidden within tones meant to soften and lull, protective measures used in defence of others.
Quiet the shuffle of lightly toned paws, the gentle passage of each breath through lips given slight a part, flick of pointed ears making note of each present for sound and smell had become their near to only fashion of navigating the land about them. Blink of pale toned eyes, unfocused as upon each it comes to touch, making note of the colouration and shapes, slight as they were within blurred sight. Near to Goldie the youth settled, familiar though it was within stories she had become the hero, lifted to a place she held within life though details were pushed and pulled, exaggerated until she was something more.
Minimal was the knowledge contained in the idle strand of thought touching about cream toned skull where it came to such things are the darker side of medicinal herbs, those that bore with it hidden dangerous. Addiction was low though about some it was a factor common, the want for the reduction of pain bringing with it the further consequences of such, death lingering about the edges for all too much of a good thing can be as disastrous as a bad. This was different from both, however, sharp the smell of it about each, hidden within tones meant to soften and lull, protective measures used in defence of others.
Quiet the shuffle of lightly toned paws, the gentle passage of each breath through lips given slight a part, flick of pointed ears making note of each present for sound and smell had become their near to only fashion of navigating the land about them. Blink of pale toned eyes, unfocused as upon each it comes to touch, making note of the colouration and shapes, slight as they were within blurred sight. Near to Goldie the youth settled, familiar though it was within stories she had become the hero, lifted to a place she held within life though details were pushed and pulled, exaggerated until she was something more.