a whisper / joining

[Grimm]

The call rang, edges plucked at until it grew to but a faint echo, that aside brushed without much care. Still they tried, about rules and restrictions drawn, each discarded with a glee that had grown dull. Time against even as it allowed the progression to dwindle, his childhood near enough behind his gaze settled only upon the future. The present offered nothing, beneath frigid flakes the sand swallowed, proceedings continuing in the wake of war. Further did he burrow within weighed cloak, slender and trembling the shoulders beneath, taunt draw leaving clasp to strain.

Movement ceased, forth ears swivelling. Always the same, the give and take of the ocean a trade without beginning and end. Once more momentum drew him along the shore, conversation staged between onlookers before subject interjected, confusion alighting along duel hued features in a gentle frown. Another spoke in such an odd vernacular, words twisted and odd against a tongue shaped by external influence.

"On a beach." Words bypassed lips before thought may catch up, away turned vision, the rabbit fur cloak obscuring the manner annoyance dawned along his visage. The direction was towards himself in this, muffled words near inaudible ended with a softer tone, effort put forth to correct slip of the tongue. "This is the Palm Glades. Or, well, the land is ours."

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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

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