03-25-2020, 12:06 AM
They've been laying low for the most part.
Most who'd seen them from their joining, or from a quiet wander around the territory could guess perhaps it was because of their healing burns, which were mostly scarred over by now. Or maybe it was due to the fact they seemed to be alone - maybe they just needed some help getting connected in the community, still being a child. If others asked them, they would give them something along those lines. Oh, it was just hard to fit in. Oh, they just miss their dad. Oh, their burns were hurting. Those all seemed reasonable enough to come from the young lion, and they weren't all entirely lies. Though, the truth remained in their bag that remained always sealed at their side. None may see the contents of what was in it. If they had, it may become all too obvious what those burns were for, what the child had done.
Thankfully, no one's been nosy thus far. And, they're beginning to think...maybe it was safe to show their face a bit more, interact more with the society they've placed themself in. Their father would want that. Maybe they could try having friends. Ones they could physically see, touch, sense. Not the ones that'd instructed them to do as they'd done, spoke to them when they were lonely, like imaginary friends.
What would be the best way to go about this, though? They weren't really sure. For now...they'd simply settle on remaining in the camp...hoping someone would come to them. Perhaps not the greatest plan, but for the time being it was the best idea they had.
Most who'd seen them from their joining, or from a quiet wander around the territory could guess perhaps it was because of their healing burns, which were mostly scarred over by now. Or maybe it was due to the fact they seemed to be alone - maybe they just needed some help getting connected in the community, still being a child. If others asked them, they would give them something along those lines. Oh, it was just hard to fit in. Oh, they just miss their dad. Oh, their burns were hurting. Those all seemed reasonable enough to come from the young lion, and they weren't all entirely lies. Though, the truth remained in their bag that remained always sealed at their side. None may see the contents of what was in it. If they had, it may become all too obvious what those burns were for, what the child had done.
Thankfully, no one's been nosy thus far. And, they're beginning to think...maybe it was safe to show their face a bit more, interact more with the society they've placed themself in. Their father would want that. Maybe they could try having friends. Ones they could physically see, touch, sense. Not the ones that'd instructed them to do as they'd done, spoke to them when they were lonely, like imaginary friends.
What would be the best way to go about this, though? They weren't really sure. For now...they'd simply settle on remaining in the camp...hoping someone would come to them. Perhaps not the greatest plan, but for the time being it was the best idea they had.
scattering sparks of thought energy deliver me and carry me away
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