01-30-2020, 02:09 AM
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[div style="background: white; opacity: 0.8; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; max-width: 400px; height: 450px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; color: #000; margin-left: 180px;"]The boy hadn't seen much of Rin, but she was a very busy feline. Wheatley didn't even know Nemhain, yet here she was. Talking with him, watching him climb, climbing after him and she seemed moderately calm about it. Sure, they both looked a little worried but they weren't exactly hovering over him and constantly making sure he was okay. The boy smiled a Rin as she also approached him, what was it about this boy who made everyone curry over to him? Was it merely because he was small or what it because he was climbing?
With a small annoyed snort to Rin that soon wore off into a thick smile, Wheatley nodded his head as he climbed over the last little snow bank upon the hill. In all honesty, the boy was tired. His thin legs ached and his lungs and throat stung from the cold air he quickly took in. "Well," he said between hops. "She bright, and she warm and she makes all the flowers and leaves bloom and grow." He looked up at the darkening sky, if he wanted to see the boy would have to hurry. So he quickened his pace. "Mama wakes up all the animals from their big sleep. She fills the mourning and afternoon skies the brightest. She doesn't talk much, but she doesn't need to." Scaling the last bit of rocks that were needed to get to his mother, Wheatley gave a big sigh. Finally able to relax a bit, the boy looked at the bird and the feline. "Honey doesn't visit her, but mama visits her everyday."
[div style="background: white; opacity: 0.8; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; max-width: 400px; height: 450px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; color: #000; margin-left: 180px;"]The boy hadn't seen much of Rin, but she was a very busy feline. Wheatley didn't even know Nemhain, yet here she was. Talking with him, watching him climb, climbing after him and she seemed moderately calm about it. Sure, they both looked a little worried but they weren't exactly hovering over him and constantly making sure he was okay. The boy smiled a Rin as she also approached him, what was it about this boy who made everyone curry over to him? Was it merely because he was small or what it because he was climbing?
With a small annoyed snort to Rin that soon wore off into a thick smile, Wheatley nodded his head as he climbed over the last little snow bank upon the hill. In all honesty, the boy was tired. His thin legs ached and his lungs and throat stung from the cold air he quickly took in. "Well," he said between hops. "She bright, and she warm and she makes all the flowers and leaves bloom and grow." He looked up at the darkening sky, if he wanted to see the boy would have to hurry. So he quickened his pace. "Mama wakes up all the animals from their big sleep. She fills the mourning and afternoon skies the brightest. She doesn't talk much, but she doesn't need to." Scaling the last bit of rocks that were needed to get to his mother, Wheatley gave a big sigh. Finally able to relax a bit, the boy looked at the bird and the feline. "Honey doesn't visit her, but mama visits her everyday."