12-07-2020, 07:56 AM
WHEN I WAS ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD
MY PARENTS WENT WALKING
I HATE THOSE WICKED WORDS THEY'D SAY
To satiate the innate desire to expand once enclosed knowledge dictated by instinct was to be more than the skin, than the base needs that propelled one forth along predestined path. May well this is what permitted the shared information of the phenomenon natural to this world, which drove discovery for more. Unknown this, however, an instance within which child may offer little, yet that drive, the quiet voice seeking more, may not be silenced with ease.
Poor how he suited the cold weather, worse in the lowering range which dominated the night arising in a bright wash of warm hues about shifting horizon, still he lingered. Comfort the beach that spanned perimeter, protection and shelter, depths serene beneath spreading darkness. Grains parted about paws dug deep, loosened into grooves each was slotted into with ease, silent his observation of how the sand moved. He knew it best that he return for the night, torn was the child all the same, awaiting a place where Vaas may tend him and lacking his bedding within the nursery, between left adrift.
Almost did the thought of merely allowing himself to stay arose before it was discarded, still air welcoming of the voice risen in annoyance. Shift grew apparent, gone what seemed more light hearted as comments grew more frantic, upwards Foam surging and begun a stumbling walk. The scene upon which he came was odd. Submerged in part the other, though it seemed he deemed another was at fault for his imprisonment, a quick inspection showing no sign another had been present.
Closer did Foam move, still distance between, voice rising to be hopefully heard above the calls Dovah voiced as his panic grew. "Is sand. Stuck." The words felt wrong, even as the evidence of his situation was present before Foam and thus could not be denied in any fashion, paw slowly sliding forward. Strangle the manner grains moved, parting as though waves, surprised the yelp voiced as forcefully was his paw withdrawn. "Sand eat." Rationally such thought was preposterous, their lodging upon the shoreline would not have occurred if such was possible, but no other explanation seemed to fit the odd situation.
Poor how he suited the cold weather, worse in the lowering range which dominated the night arising in a bright wash of warm hues about shifting horizon, still he lingered. Comfort the beach that spanned perimeter, protection and shelter, depths serene beneath spreading darkness. Grains parted about paws dug deep, loosened into grooves each was slotted into with ease, silent his observation of how the sand moved. He knew it best that he return for the night, torn was the child all the same, awaiting a place where Vaas may tend him and lacking his bedding within the nursery, between left adrift.
Almost did the thought of merely allowing himself to stay arose before it was discarded, still air welcoming of the voice risen in annoyance. Shift grew apparent, gone what seemed more light hearted as comments grew more frantic, upwards Foam surging and begun a stumbling walk. The scene upon which he came was odd. Submerged in part the other, though it seemed he deemed another was at fault for his imprisonment, a quick inspection showing no sign another had been present.
Closer did Foam move, still distance between, voice rising to be hopefully heard above the calls Dovah voiced as his panic grew. "Is sand. Stuck." The words felt wrong, even as the evidence of his situation was present before Foam and thus could not be denied in any fashion, paw slowly sliding forward. Strangle the manner grains moved, parting as though waves, surprised the yelp voiced as forcefully was his paw withdrawn. "Sand eat." Rationally such thought was preposterous, their lodging upon the shoreline would not have occurred if such was possible, but no other explanation seemed to fit the odd situation.
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