11-23-2018, 02:18 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Faint was the glimmer of interest, something contained within the complex muscle of the heart which many tied into emotion, found within a base for what began within, in truth, anchored within the mind. Enjoyable was it to watch her work, the effective manner in which she handled various tools as though her life had begun with a knife in her paws, prepared in various ways to use it, skilled within both manner of harm and that of giving. Minimal was their ability to assist and so they had watched, small paws reaching out when task might be suited to them, seeking some chance to assist. Few and far between were lessons, basic for their youth was better traversed with only so much knowledge being crammed into so small a head no matter their apparent thirst for it, but enough to keep them from trouble for a time.
It was no surprise the cinnamon toned child followed upon the quartermaster's heels, press of tiny paws barely filling the marks her passage left behind, but attempt was still made, bobbed tail wiggling as they leapt between each. Clear was the lift within their demeanour since the fire, the destruction wrought bringing about difficult feelings that had been fleeting, though beneath the surface they still roiled, merely waiting for a chance to take hold once more.
Reaching forth, tips of small claws sinking into bread, pulling forward a segment of sandwich. Large the bite taken, pleasant the taste of egg salad as they child chewed, lips peeling away from teeth barely containing the mess within, poking through spaces were some had fallen out.
It was no surprise the cinnamon toned child followed upon the quartermaster's heels, press of tiny paws barely filling the marks her passage left behind, but attempt was still made, bobbed tail wiggling as they leapt between each. Clear was the lift within their demeanour since the fire, the destruction wrought bringing about difficult feelings that had been fleeting, though beneath the surface they still roiled, merely waiting for a chance to take hold once more.
Reaching forth, tips of small claws sinking into bread, pulling forward a segment of sandwich. Large the bite taken, pleasant the taste of egg salad as they child chewed, lips peeling away from teeth barely containing the mess within, poking through spaces were some had fallen out.