03-21-2020, 09:43 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]A hushed melody wrought within the foam laced peaks, swallowed in the extension of pitiful reach each indent decorating the moisture laden grains. Dissuaded course of action which grew forth the quiet child, the softness of plaintive warning uttered once within receptive ears, yet aside pushed the apparent trail of worry settled within heart of the matter. Of no need had it seemed to push the point, comfort derived from the closeness of familiarity, the earthy tone found nestled in strands of spun gold. Yet fickle the heart within snow hued breast, a lilting melody arising forth in answer to that which called with a homesick voice.
Adorned the pale lips with a smile of blooming joy, the gentle brush of delicate petals. It was to where wandering steps settled depths of poor lilac settled, the odd break within rhythmic beat dismissed without rise, brow and nose scrunching as slowed was languid momentum. A creature of the depths breaching the waves, one of the creatures that swam before weak vision, multi-hued smears upon pages mother showed with some semblance of amusement at their wide eyed wonder.
Yes, that was all it surely was, or a mere trick of mind grown weary for of an early hour were they roused on a daily basis.
For the span of mere minutes was such notion held within the slow tumble of wandering thought, restless in pursuit of pleasing thread, of a more jarring halt that which dug pale crescents into the collected grains of sand. Rivets of salt water cut along that which pooled about heaving sides, disturbed by the addition of hefty mass, awkward and surely of discomfort the manner of splayed position. For a moment longer did they look upon the beached other, at times words forming upon tongue held between points, yet dismissed each in turn. Help would be best, indeed, another might offer assistance the child may not.
Yet it was not away that Eulia moved but, rather, around, skirted the prone ursidae until their own pale nose was aligned with that of the stranger. "Hello… Are you dead...?" Preposterous the very idea one departed may offer answer to such query yet voiced it all the same, a small paw arising to gently lay atop wet snout.
Adorned the pale lips with a smile of blooming joy, the gentle brush of delicate petals. It was to where wandering steps settled depths of poor lilac settled, the odd break within rhythmic beat dismissed without rise, brow and nose scrunching as slowed was languid momentum. A creature of the depths breaching the waves, one of the creatures that swam before weak vision, multi-hued smears upon pages mother showed with some semblance of amusement at their wide eyed wonder.
Yes, that was all it surely was, or a mere trick of mind grown weary for of an early hour were they roused on a daily basis.
For the span of mere minutes was such notion held within the slow tumble of wandering thought, restless in pursuit of pleasing thread, of a more jarring halt that which dug pale crescents into the collected grains of sand. Rivets of salt water cut along that which pooled about heaving sides, disturbed by the addition of hefty mass, awkward and surely of discomfort the manner of splayed position. For a moment longer did they look upon the beached other, at times words forming upon tongue held between points, yet dismissed each in turn. Help would be best, indeed, another might offer assistance the child may not.
Yet it was not away that Eulia moved but, rather, around, skirted the prone ursidae until their own pale nose was aligned with that of the stranger. "Hello… Are you dead...?" Preposterous the very idea one departed may offer answer to such query yet voiced it all the same, a small paw arising to gently lay atop wet snout.