01-06-2021, 02:31 AM
[div style="margin: auto; max-width: 475px; padding: 5%; min-height: 20px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 17px;"]To lock intrepid youth behind restrictive edict was to invite foul play in shape of imaginative breaks. Each taken their turn, assured of safety as the number of those beneath the name of Kingmaker expanded, seemingly with each day another located or welcomed into the fold, yet most surprising this one. Among even their rabble, a rather mixed bag of variety beyond knowledge, apart set Opaline. Quiet and mindful, one beset by too much and not prone to acting out when left unsupervised. As with any adoration bloomed in his chest, rooted there and refused removal, yet it was tainted where this particular child was concerned.
A worry, the quiet notion befouled may he be. Too similar they by half when Salvia was of his age, too soon his innocence taken and he gnawed at the worry Opaline may experience the same.
Such thoughts far from his mind in that moment, vision tracing broken edges, the smoothed artifact of a time long gone looked upon with narrowed eyes. Ruined now, beneath an invasive touch uprooted featureless face, rubble left in shallow bowl that spoke of the statue once occupying the fountain. Upward paw traversed, against chest moving though long gone the minor cuts inflicted. Short cut his pondering, reminiscing over days that seemed well past but were located in the last month, attention diverted as claws scraped against marble.
A smile settled on his lips and Salvia offered a warm huff, encircling the odd central landmark. Small was he compared to most, yet dwarfed the cub he knew as brother, reduced his size as Sal crouched by Opaline. "Whatcha doing down here." Forth paw creeping, flipped to allow mottled paws to show, a silent invitation for assistance in his abandoned climb if Opaline so wished to try once more.
A worry, the quiet notion befouled may he be. Too similar they by half when Salvia was of his age, too soon his innocence taken and he gnawed at the worry Opaline may experience the same.
Such thoughts far from his mind in that moment, vision tracing broken edges, the smoothed artifact of a time long gone looked upon with narrowed eyes. Ruined now, beneath an invasive touch uprooted featureless face, rubble left in shallow bowl that spoke of the statue once occupying the fountain. Upward paw traversed, against chest moving though long gone the minor cuts inflicted. Short cut his pondering, reminiscing over days that seemed well past but were located in the last month, attention diverted as claws scraped against marble.
A smile settled on his lips and Salvia offered a warm huff, encircling the odd central landmark. Small was he compared to most, yet dwarfed the cub he knew as brother, reduced his size as Sal crouched by Opaline. "Whatcha doing down here." Forth paw creeping, flipped to allow mottled paws to show, a silent invitation for assistance in his abandoned climb if Opaline so wished to try once more.