Expectation was lacking where Sloan had been concerned on the matter of preparation or cooking of the various dishes Bai Shi had crafted, though watching the proceedings allowed a knot to grow within the heavy pit of hir stomach. Hesitation had hindered offering of assistance, however, present worry that clung to wayward thoughts, halted the notion as it was nothing but a mere inkling awaiting attention to expand. Silent observer had ze become, petulant even as hir own actions proved the direct origin of such downtrodden mood, departing well before things had concluded.
Difficult to gauge the frame of time that passed, away whittled much upon ponderance that ended at dead roads, tightening the circle ze paced across wooden boards. Realisation was a slow thing, forth creeping along behind a simmering heat, aching pressure built behind temples and eyes tightly closed. Finally it arose, about hir chosen quarters the fox scrambled, together gathered an assortment of items. Deposited into a wicker basket hir path to the inn was easy, if partially obscured by those enticed by the proceedings unfolding within the structure, about ankles tail flicking as ze crossed the threshold.
Others had arrived before, as was expected, regarded with a light smile partially obscured that sat odd against pale features, for the benefit of image more than anything another may deem it but allowed would they be to think what they wished. Upon the ground was deposited hir own load, inedible and thus not suitable for the food laden table. From was extracted various books, some simple and intricate but all colouring books to allow simple fun for those who wished it, in the basket left an assortment of coloured pencils.
About did Sloan glance, focus settling on the bucket with dust about the rim though contents were not as of yet identifiable. Closer did ze tread, as best as possibly trying to discreetly look at what was held within, brightened hir visage with a genuine grin as recognised the pieces of charcoal. The exact plans for it was unknown but other purpose may be found, one such the various empty pages in the back of many of the books ze had brought.
"Um, excuse me would you…" Into silence did hir voice trail, mind slowly piecing together words before they were disregarded, simple that ze finally spoke in a meek tone. "Like to draw." Briefly did rise a paw, gesture to the bucket with these finals words, indicated ze was requesting the use of some without words, worried the wrong ones may be used and thus the answer would be a definite negative.
[table][tr][td]Difficult to gauge the frame of time that passed, away whittled much upon ponderance that ended at dead roads, tightening the circle ze paced across wooden boards. Realisation was a slow thing, forth creeping along behind a simmering heat, aching pressure built behind temples and eyes tightly closed. Finally it arose, about hir chosen quarters the fox scrambled, together gathered an assortment of items. Deposited into a wicker basket hir path to the inn was easy, if partially obscured by those enticed by the proceedings unfolding within the structure, about ankles tail flicking as ze crossed the threshold.
Others had arrived before, as was expected, regarded with a light smile partially obscured that sat odd against pale features, for the benefit of image more than anything another may deem it but allowed would they be to think what they wished. Upon the ground was deposited hir own load, inedible and thus not suitable for the food laden table. From was extracted various books, some simple and intricate but all colouring books to allow simple fun for those who wished it, in the basket left an assortment of coloured pencils.
About did Sloan glance, focus settling on the bucket with dust about the rim though contents were not as of yet identifiable. Closer did ze tread, as best as possibly trying to discreetly look at what was held within, brightened hir visage with a genuine grin as recognised the pieces of charcoal. The exact plans for it was unknown but other purpose may be found, one such the various empty pages in the back of many of the books ze had brought.
"Um, excuse me would you…" Into silence did hir voice trail, mind slowly piecing together words before they were disregarded, simple that ze finally spoke in a meek tone. "Like to draw." Briefly did rise a paw, gesture to the bucket with these finals words, indicated ze was requesting the use of some without words, worried the wrong ones may be used and thus the answer would be a definite negative.
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Roundest moon flutters on the river, night bird song coasting through heat hangs for a moment there cascades slowly down the thick air, landing somewhere by my feet waking up bugs try to repeat, a fine night to feel light
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FOXHOLE DIGGING AND GRAVE DIGGING
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