03-17-2020, 08:37 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]The close confinement of walls bearing the brunt of salt laden breeze, warmth and sound common an occurrence until ceaseless seemed the bright melody of childish joy. The soft pack of bleached grains touched by the foam laced brine as forth it arose, whispering a song unique and wondrous with each murmured verse. Such was all that had come to touch the mallibale surface of each new memory pressed into place, apart set the world within which they had come to find themself.
Overheard had been the quiet whispering interwoven with fitful bursts of mirth encased laughter, replete with holes a rather haphazardly constructed plan. They had wished no part of the ponderings they had carried a small hope would come to nothing yet swept up within it had they been. Possibly it had been the acquisition of tin, small enough Trygve might carry its weight with minimal issue, or the manner they had set out with no true stealth to hide their departure. It did not matter now, the press of towering trees cast a pattern of shade and light across field of white, well bitten lower lip awaiting a wayward nip too many.
Before their creation was completed words of protest died on their lips, once more held prisoner as they watched with wide eyes the proceedings. No time was wasted in sullying the rust flecked darkness of rather sizable paws, dripping with an excess of purple smeared across papery bark. Unease touched lilac depths as Eulia wondered if their inclusion may allow this to end all the quicker, yet though better of moving to mimic brother. Instead, they cast a fretful glance about, a poor lookout but one none the less.
Overheard had been the quiet whispering interwoven with fitful bursts of mirth encased laughter, replete with holes a rather haphazardly constructed plan. They had wished no part of the ponderings they had carried a small hope would come to nothing yet swept up within it had they been. Possibly it had been the acquisition of tin, small enough Trygve might carry its weight with minimal issue, or the manner they had set out with no true stealth to hide their departure. It did not matter now, the press of towering trees cast a pattern of shade and light across field of white, well bitten lower lip awaiting a wayward nip too many.
Before their creation was completed words of protest died on their lips, once more held prisoner as they watched with wide eyes the proceedings. No time was wasted in sullying the rust flecked darkness of rather sizable paws, dripping with an excess of purple smeared across papery bark. Unease touched lilac depths as Eulia wondered if their inclusion may allow this to end all the quicker, yet though better of moving to mimic brother. Instead, they cast a fretful glance about, a poor lookout but one none the less.