12-07-2020, 06:31 AM
WHEN I WAS ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD
MY PARENTS WENT WALKING
I HATE THOSE WICKED WORDS THEY'D SAY
Varied the dialect adorning numerous tongues, culture and history pieces within the puzzle of a whole. Expected difference, welcomed even, this only incited confusion. Wide grew eyes that assessed other with open curiosity, aside placed any hint of prior disinterest, mouth moving. The shape wrong, the odd words he spoke mimicked without sound to accompany, bridge of nose scrunching. "Speak funny." One may well say the same to the child, rather rudimentary the words he utilised in sentences that lacked the words to make them such, all the same easy his remark given.
Interruption, both in conversation that may not truly be deemed such and the line of his vision, dual toned that which reduced his sight. Upwards did it trail, a distance that near necessitated his head to become parallel with his body, though such not quite the case, regarded other with scowl drawn across lips. Assertive Quasar in speaking reasoning only he may give, bolstered by that which barely put the other above him. Upon toes did he rock forward and he made to fasten his teeth about the canids leg, a little nip if anything, concluded with a hasty retreat.
Further remark, other words among Foam had not come across in daily life before this instance, hesitant the few steps conducted which drew him closer. Halted his progress, however, another arriving, stranger who bore a name he had buried within his memories, back turned as the supposed Rhine gave his spiel. Conversation continued, grown tiresome for avenues familiar traversed, his only comment given with mirth touched smile. "Always prickly."
With nought to halt him once more Foam closed the distance, intent on gaining the attention of stranger once more, his method lightly striking his leg with his head. "Follow, show camp." Over head much of his words gone, at the least imparted intent to linger though frame of time an unknown, such a minor factor he might ignore in favour of simply enjoying the change Jaime brought with him.
Interruption, both in conversation that may not truly be deemed such and the line of his vision, dual toned that which reduced his sight. Upwards did it trail, a distance that near necessitated his head to become parallel with his body, though such not quite the case, regarded other with scowl drawn across lips. Assertive Quasar in speaking reasoning only he may give, bolstered by that which barely put the other above him. Upon toes did he rock forward and he made to fasten his teeth about the canids leg, a little nip if anything, concluded with a hasty retreat.
Further remark, other words among Foam had not come across in daily life before this instance, hesitant the few steps conducted which drew him closer. Halted his progress, however, another arriving, stranger who bore a name he had buried within his memories, back turned as the supposed Rhine gave his spiel. Conversation continued, grown tiresome for avenues familiar traversed, his only comment given with mirth touched smile. "Always prickly."
With nought to halt him once more Foam closed the distance, intent on gaining the attention of stranger once more, his method lightly striking his leg with his head. "Follow, show camp." Over head much of his words gone, at the least imparted intent to linger though frame of time an unknown, such a minor factor he might ignore in favour of simply enjoying the change Jaime brought with him.
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