01-08-2019, 12:32 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Lull, a moment suspended within the hectic race to reach the conclusion of the year and draw together the final loose strings, woven into the grand scheme of things so new may arise with the wishes many would forget, fragments of want formed within drunken stupors, such was unfitting to this place. Quiet had it grown, traffic of the past few weeks trickling away though minimal had the increase been within the first case, a great many departing what had become a wonderland of its own, wrapped in a heavy layering of alabaster powder. Secluded this little patch, within the perimeters of the small town nothing more then a cluster of houses contained within a residential area and the necessary stores amongst them small businesses slowly finding their footing.
It was pleasant, quaint almost.
Chilled the glass beneath wandering fingertips, catching the condensation along it, working up until he ran his finger along the rim. Faint the click of claws along the surface of the wood, the thump of a tail making contact with the wall or an object set low enough, yet above all was the heavy panting breath. Weight settled in his lap, warmth within the heavy press of it yet so too was there moisture, lines of drool gathering on his pants. Thoughtless the movement of hand, gentle as he rubbed at the spot between the golden ears. Pleased was the huff of breath from the dog and his weight shifted, settling further until the chair moved, pushed as the weight of the large animal settled, back legs sprawled until he was largely supported where his head rested in Keyne's lap.
Routine had it become, no matter the weather the pair wandered for a time, enjoying the biting chill within the confinements of heavy clothing for him and a blanket torn up and given various holes for the scruffy mess of a dog, ending here. Small was the child, barely filling the old chair, elbow propped upon one arm while the other worked into the heavy golden fur, waiting. It mattered little what happened within the world beyond their secluded little corner, slow the pace of life within the town as it roused itself from the haze left in the wake of the years end, little left to keep him entertained.
Curiosity rose and he reached for the mouse, harsh the light of the screen as it flickered to life. Set out before him the desktop was bare, the image of mountains choked with fog broken by a few icons, one mindlessly clicked on and on he went, searching for something that may occupy his mind for a time. Brief the hum as the colours changed, dark tones of grey and off-white changed into rich shadings of earthen tones, the game starting with a few base notes before it rose into something more complex, wonderful the tune of it though brief its time.
Before Keyne was low set land, the rocky terrain that filled the valley between snow choked mountains cleared until a settlement had been crafted, much of the buildings a mix of stone and wood though some showed signs of construction, better material being used in this. All too small were the people scurrying about, animals amongst them little more then points of colour, the view looking down on them from up high. Scrolling in some Keyne spent a few minutes studying the scene, realising rather quickly the progress of the settlement had likely been nothing more then a distraction from work his father indulged at times.
Startling was the sudden sound, a few notes meant to be musical, a red dot appearing along the menu. Tentatively he clicked it, offering a soft hum when the window opened, the simple structure of it containing a few messages though most were dated a few days ago, well wishes for the new years and conversation left for a time when those conducting it might pick it up once more. The latest was dated only a few seconds ago, his hands hovering above the keyboard as he read it again.
thedxctxr: I think I do or uh....
thedxctxr: how do I give you troops
There may well have been a better way to go about things, nothing more then a few clicks like to get him the answer without the need to pester the other within this time of need. “Dad's gonna kill me,” Keyne spoke beneath his breath though no other then he and Dalton were presence within the house at that moment, loosely holding the mouse while his other hand worked into Dalton's fur once more, scratching at the base of his ears while he awaited a response or another offering help.
It was pleasant, quaint almost.
Chilled the glass beneath wandering fingertips, catching the condensation along it, working up until he ran his finger along the rim. Faint the click of claws along the surface of the wood, the thump of a tail making contact with the wall or an object set low enough, yet above all was the heavy panting breath. Weight settled in his lap, warmth within the heavy press of it yet so too was there moisture, lines of drool gathering on his pants. Thoughtless the movement of hand, gentle as he rubbed at the spot between the golden ears. Pleased was the huff of breath from the dog and his weight shifted, settling further until the chair moved, pushed as the weight of the large animal settled, back legs sprawled until he was largely supported where his head rested in Keyne's lap.
Routine had it become, no matter the weather the pair wandered for a time, enjoying the biting chill within the confinements of heavy clothing for him and a blanket torn up and given various holes for the scruffy mess of a dog, ending here. Small was the child, barely filling the old chair, elbow propped upon one arm while the other worked into the heavy golden fur, waiting. It mattered little what happened within the world beyond their secluded little corner, slow the pace of life within the town as it roused itself from the haze left in the wake of the years end, little left to keep him entertained.
Curiosity rose and he reached for the mouse, harsh the light of the screen as it flickered to life. Set out before him the desktop was bare, the image of mountains choked with fog broken by a few icons, one mindlessly clicked on and on he went, searching for something that may occupy his mind for a time. Brief the hum as the colours changed, dark tones of grey and off-white changed into rich shadings of earthen tones, the game starting with a few base notes before it rose into something more complex, wonderful the tune of it though brief its time.
Before Keyne was low set land, the rocky terrain that filled the valley between snow choked mountains cleared until a settlement had been crafted, much of the buildings a mix of stone and wood though some showed signs of construction, better material being used in this. All too small were the people scurrying about, animals amongst them little more then points of colour, the view looking down on them from up high. Scrolling in some Keyne spent a few minutes studying the scene, realising rather quickly the progress of the settlement had likely been nothing more then a distraction from work his father indulged at times.
Startling was the sudden sound, a few notes meant to be musical, a red dot appearing along the menu. Tentatively he clicked it, offering a soft hum when the window opened, the simple structure of it containing a few messages though most were dated a few days ago, well wishes for the new years and conversation left for a time when those conducting it might pick it up once more. The latest was dated only a few seconds ago, his hands hovering above the keyboard as he read it again.
thedxctxr: I think I do or uh....
thedxctxr: how do I give you troops
There may well have been a better way to go about things, nothing more then a few clicks like to get him the answer without the need to pester the other within this time of need. “Dad's gonna kill me,” Keyne spoke beneath his breath though no other then he and Dalton were presence within the house at that moment, loosely holding the mouse while his other hand worked into Dalton's fur once more, scratching at the base of his ears while he awaited a response or another offering help.