07-16-2020, 05:34 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]It seemed a mere stroke of good fortune that bore witness to the approach of silver hued genet, avoided the abode she had come to learn housed the angelic and those he called his own. Had she been of a more settled mind amusing may have been the notion, unavoidable the other for his presence drew as though a moth to a flame were you. If not it seemed almost as though the universe deemed him of such importance he simply was.
Of her own volition the trailing steps which drew her within close enough proximity audible the call of angelic cub, slight the smile that curled the edges of her lips, fleeting if touched by sorrow. Their paths had not intersected during such tender time within the life of the elder, though easy the conjurance over their infrequent visits conducted over steaming cups of tea, stories shared of times that were easily swallowed. All the same apparent the similarities present to connect child and parent, soft gold the youth against the molten sheen of Aurum.
Forth did Viera move once more, acknowledged the approach of another with a curious tilt of her slight heat. Vague the impression of familiarity, though as to the possibility of origin point she bore no knowledge, touched by the sheen of gold she as well. Different this other, however, her coat spoke of other lineage, to say little of the name she spoke upon greeting the child.
With no desire to overwhelm the child back did she stand, allowed Ignace to grow accustomed to the presence of strangers. Brief her ponderance over such an introduction, apparent of an age was the cub such should be well behind him. It was not her place to speak on the matter and thus held was her tongue for now, looking to Ignace with warmth in her dark eyes.
Of her own volition the trailing steps which drew her within close enough proximity audible the call of angelic cub, slight the smile that curled the edges of her lips, fleeting if touched by sorrow. Their paths had not intersected during such tender time within the life of the elder, though easy the conjurance over their infrequent visits conducted over steaming cups of tea, stories shared of times that were easily swallowed. All the same apparent the similarities present to connect child and parent, soft gold the youth against the molten sheen of Aurum.
Forth did Viera move once more, acknowledged the approach of another with a curious tilt of her slight heat. Vague the impression of familiarity, though as to the possibility of origin point she bore no knowledge, touched by the sheen of gold she as well. Different this other, however, her coat spoke of other lineage, to say little of the name she spoke upon greeting the child.
With no desire to overwhelm the child back did she stand, allowed Ignace to grow accustomed to the presence of strangers. Brief her ponderance over such an introduction, apparent of an age was the cub such should be well behind him. It was not her place to speak on the matter and thus held was her tongue for now, looking to Ignace with warmth in her dark eyes.