10-11-2020, 05:13 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11.5px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Decoration without meaning. Gentle strokes imbued with silent words. A singular coin bearing opposing faces, within same breath a true proven and falsehood made. In a basic sense, knowledge retained from passing conversations staged where they were no expected part, they knew of such. The temptation had not been present, however, enough that which adorned in pale speckling, broken a field once even only be time.
Accustomed had they grown to wandering that was baseless, lacked direction and thus to whim were they allowed to succumb, nought but that left in wake to determine their progression. Mere process of growing accustomed, in mind crafted map with each step, filled a scape ravaged until there was nothing left. Wrong felt such lacklustre explanation, poor excuse tied to tongue rarely used. Walking is all they wished and so it was done.
Interruption imminent during such peaceful solitude, a linger notion, quiet and baseless until reality drew it forth, momentum drawing to a halt for brief moment. Head tilted in show of curiosity — or may it have been confusion, light against a dark field as they pondered origin and reasoning — along landscape vision traversing. Gentle the curl that adorned dark lips when familiar child grew evident, mottled little thing a sight pleasant, though other they may not speak of in similar fashion. Once may she have been known, reverence when name was uttered by any lacking more informal introduction, too longer their separation from society as a whole, however.
"It is excellent work. Did you do it yourself?" Light the comment Harland voiced with their approach, tense grown their smile though unwavering as to the golden hued tigress did they fix their vision once observed the supposedly new addition.
Accustomed had they grown to wandering that was baseless, lacked direction and thus to whim were they allowed to succumb, nought but that left in wake to determine their progression. Mere process of growing accustomed, in mind crafted map with each step, filled a scape ravaged until there was nothing left. Wrong felt such lacklustre explanation, poor excuse tied to tongue rarely used. Walking is all they wished and so it was done.
Interruption imminent during such peaceful solitude, a linger notion, quiet and baseless until reality drew it forth, momentum drawing to a halt for brief moment. Head tilted in show of curiosity — or may it have been confusion, light against a dark field as they pondered origin and reasoning — along landscape vision traversing. Gentle the curl that adorned dark lips when familiar child grew evident, mottled little thing a sight pleasant, though other they may not speak of in similar fashion. Once may she have been known, reverence when name was uttered by any lacking more informal introduction, too longer their separation from society as a whole, however.
"It is excellent work. Did you do it yourself?" Light the comment Harland voiced with their approach, tense grown their smile though unwavering as to the golden hued tigress did they fix their vision once observed the supposedly new addition.