12-13-2020, 12:57 AM
Moment caught, a frame suspended as mind caught the compulsion enacted without aid, discarded that miniscule break as attention turns. Mild the reprimand of a time well past, closing in the conclusion of his second lunar cycle, lost the instance but not the disappointment. There was no such re-enactment to sour exceedingly perplexing invitation, slow the sweep yet sweet it, a smile he bore without thought.
Ingrained such simplistic action, taunt grown edges, lapse in judgement that could not be erased. To admit he bore such desire would be to speak a falsehood, however, smaller grown though evident still. "Rhine come, help." To dissuade him from accompanying a fool's errand, the notion never grew present in his mind though quiet his voice, away turning once it had been offered. Rather apt the descriptor of wary, by no fault of Rhine so far as his prior deeds, the combination of grief upon his passing, and the shock and subsequent hostility produced during reunion his own. Time had allowed some processing though still that bridge may not be traversed as of yet, the matter at hand once more demanding his attention.
Of a more positive bent the response given by Jaime, startled into brief existence a short bout of mirth his own, widened the edges of his smile though no more real for this growth. Acknowledgement of his words lead to a quick turn, the slurry of snow and sand familiar now, though enjoyment as little as he had the prior fall that buffeted their shores, a few paces keeping him at forefront. Indeed he unequipped to handle proposed proposition, the notion of ascending ranks he had yet to truly grasp one daunting, though this he fell into with ease, acting the part he had taken upon himself.
"Got pretty shells and glass from there-" paired his rather strange comment with indication that make apparent the origin was the ocean "-big rock, too." Further practical information seemed impossible to receive from Foam, his comments meagre in terms of offering though did pertain to at least some which made up the main camp.
[table][tr][td]Ingrained such simplistic action, taunt grown edges, lapse in judgement that could not be erased. To admit he bore such desire would be to speak a falsehood, however, smaller grown though evident still. "Rhine come, help." To dissuade him from accompanying a fool's errand, the notion never grew present in his mind though quiet his voice, away turning once it had been offered. Rather apt the descriptor of wary, by no fault of Rhine so far as his prior deeds, the combination of grief upon his passing, and the shock and subsequent hostility produced during reunion his own. Time had allowed some processing though still that bridge may not be traversed as of yet, the matter at hand once more demanding his attention.
Of a more positive bent the response given by Jaime, startled into brief existence a short bout of mirth his own, widened the edges of his smile though no more real for this growth. Acknowledgement of his words lead to a quick turn, the slurry of snow and sand familiar now, though enjoyment as little as he had the prior fall that buffeted their shores, a few paces keeping him at forefront. Indeed he unequipped to handle proposed proposition, the notion of ascending ranks he had yet to truly grasp one daunting, though this he fell into with ease, acting the part he had taken upon himself.
"Got pretty shells and glass from there-" paired his rather strange comment with indication that make apparent the origin was the ocean "-big rock, too." Further practical information seemed impossible to receive from Foam, his comments meagre in terms of offering though did pertain to at least some which made up the main camp.
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i think that's a burn but we seldom learn, you know fire's too strict a teacher, stoking up the coal with another pull silence and smoke poured out, but there'll be time in distant days, time enough for me to shape my ways where my ambitions lift my indifference and no more of the day is a waste
code by Wisker