01-05-2019, 10:49 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]It mattered little the information he had accumulated over the short expanse of his life, much centred around the pursuit of further knowledge, expanding until about the threads of reality and the world about him had his thinking been turned. He was a meteorologist, no matter the fact he was in training and the strands of such teachings were crumbling, decaying beneath his weak attempts to continue the research on his own, nothing touched upon such things as this. Yet a blatant lie would it be to say nothing of this piqued his interest, drew forth some faint sense of interest that this would be another avenue of learning. Better may it have been to learn more, scour the various books within the rooms set aside for those who held the place of healer, some already gone through in his time spent there.
Tentative the first few steps, the press of light paws into the earth with its fine crust of pale powder, as was the slight curl upon the surface of cracked lips. “I'd like to try... please.” Almost an after thought was it, the word slipping through and Key lowered his head, tracing the line of his scar with the tip of a claw.
Tentative the first few steps, the press of light paws into the earth with its fine crust of pale powder, as was the slight curl upon the surface of cracked lips. “I'd like to try... please.” Almost an after thought was it, the word slipping through and Key lowered his head, tracing the line of his scar with the tip of a claw.