04-24-2020, 05:54 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]To speak of his prior experience concerning the conclusion of a year in the space of an individual life, and the subsequent festivities, was to find one of various holes within his limited knowledge. In the tally of mere weeks may he record the time he had seen pass, the passage of another separating the instance he occupied presently and that which saw him offer lacklustre celebration of his own mother's birthday. At the least some semblance of knowledge was present, enough attention was piqued at the call of another bearing the tone of a child.
Older. Of course, much older as it were, yet at ease the tentative beat of heart grown quickened at the prospect of unsuspected social interaction. For all the good such offered null had grown it when the slow progression of his unsure steps drew him into a close proximity where the hybrid had chosen to craft his own little party. Constant his presence, a beacon of light and warmth meant to offer safe harbour to all who passed, yet frigid grew the downward curl of forming frown. Family, if by a matter of choice, was Aurum though ash seemed present upon his tongue when he attempted to refer to him as such.
Maybe best would it be his presence was not among those assembled.
Moments passed in a slow trickle before the thought was brushed aside, the realization Winston was the second to arrive enough to quell his doubts. For at least a few minutes he could stay, surely, moss hued the eyes that turned to Alan. "Happy… birthday." Unease marred the tentative smile he offered, the tips of his claws working along the strands of grass, curling about the opaque crescents. Foolish seemed his staying now for he knew not even the name of the other, tuned out whitenoise the questions Aurum spoke.
Older. Of course, much older as it were, yet at ease the tentative beat of heart grown quickened at the prospect of unsuspected social interaction. For all the good such offered null had grown it when the slow progression of his unsure steps drew him into a close proximity where the hybrid had chosen to craft his own little party. Constant his presence, a beacon of light and warmth meant to offer safe harbour to all who passed, yet frigid grew the downward curl of forming frown. Family, if by a matter of choice, was Aurum though ash seemed present upon his tongue when he attempted to refer to him as such.
Maybe best would it be his presence was not among those assembled.
Moments passed in a slow trickle before the thought was brushed aside, the realization Winston was the second to arrive enough to quell his doubts. For at least a few minutes he could stay, surely, moss hued the eyes that turned to Alan. "Happy… birthday." Unease marred the tentative smile he offered, the tips of his claws working along the strands of grass, curling about the opaque crescents. Foolish seemed his staying now for he knew not even the name of the other, tuned out whitenoise the questions Aurum spoke.