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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
"Oh dear, who will protect us when Aurum is holed up in his house with cubs!" Ivan's blunt remark cut sharply into the early air. He was not so much an early riser, but the bird had been pecking him restlessly all night, to the point where Ivan got no sleep and was forced to pad around for a while into the territory. Perhaps if he tired himself out, he could get in a good nap in the evening. It would cut down time for his reading lessons, but he did have to take care of himself.
He had been cautiously drawn to the scent of blood and Caustic. Still persistent in being Caustic's moral little watchdog, he decided to follow after and saw that the gathering was not at all very important, just some small talk. And the raccoon was dead, so Ivan left it alone for now. The boy's large ears inclined toward Alaric, someone he definitely recognized, but only remembered the last syllable of his name. It was evading him and he was embarrassed about it. So he focused his attention on a different tactic. "My mother and father have many plants. You could have asked, if you wanted some. I mean, I know some good spots ...! but I don't go there often." He quickly added. Despite the fact his parents were medics, Ivan had little to none interest in the field. He even struggled during their attempts to make all their children medically knowledgeable. He just didn't like plants.
He had been cautiously drawn to the scent of blood and Caustic. Still persistent in being Caustic's moral little watchdog, he decided to follow after and saw that the gathering was not at all very important, just some small talk. And the raccoon was dead, so Ivan left it alone for now. The boy's large ears inclined toward Alaric, someone he definitely recognized, but only remembered the last syllable of his name. It was evading him and he was embarrassed about it. So he focused his attention on a different tactic. "My mother and father have many plants. You could have asked, if you wanted some. I mean, I know some good spots ...! but I don't go there often." He quickly added. Despite the fact his parents were medics, Ivan had little to none interest in the field. He even struggled during their attempts to make all their children medically knowledgeable. He just didn't like plants.