03-03-2021, 06:35 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]When within a direct comparison to Onyx it proves an easily given fact that Foam was more basic in acquiring so called treasures, though they were less grandiose in his mind. Simple always preferred when those few times his exploration was geared to such. Easy his recall of when Sugarspice was located on the beach, in hand a basket, contents simple but pretty. It was this that began his fascination, the only one in truth, plucked from the sand smoothed fragments. Sea glass. That is what she had called it.
He would not discourage the other discen for such that seemed largely useless, a hypocrite if he ever did such though the want to question was there, what deemed each piece that seemed so useless worthy. Begrudging his admiration, in truth, in what he viewed as simple refuge she saw more. It was not his wish to follow her, though possibly it had been a secondary thought, a wish for company that drove him to step next to each print left in her wake, a perfect trail leading to a familiar place. A similar destination was all, he had no wish to join her, mend a bridge he had allowed to burn before construction may begin.
In a way Onyx was his sister, though blood was lacking their connection was through another, one he dearly wished to never disappoint as he had with his departure.
The notion was dashed when her voice arose, directed to another. Far had she walked, and thus had he, less populated this section, though such may be attributed to winter only recently letting go and allowing fishing to resume. Confusion touched briefly on his visage as he moved closer, unsure now. Gone was it with a misstep, the ground falling away, bitten off his surprised cry when contact with the ground was made. Shallow the hole, a rather good thing for the undersized domestic feline, briefly sprawled within as paws rubbed at his head. Not wishing to be stuck for any length of time Foam reached up, paws hooking over the edge, loose grains falling atop him as he scrambled out.
"What's the big idea with all…" Into silence his voice trailed, finally looked upon the one Onyx had directly addressed. Unlike the hybrid he had no prior instance of meeting him, unknown the poor behaviour resulting from homesickness and exhaustion, thus only curious was he. Closer did he step, forgotten his reprimand in favour of studying the canid, though his gaze, at irregar intervals, moved to the box. "Whoa, never seen somethin like that before." Quiet his comment, spoken beneath his breath as he moved closer, pressed down his desire to reach out and touch the box. Unknown would be the response and Foam bore no wish to be leaving the beach in a worse off condition.
He would not discourage the other discen for such that seemed largely useless, a hypocrite if he ever did such though the want to question was there, what deemed each piece that seemed so useless worthy. Begrudging his admiration, in truth, in what he viewed as simple refuge she saw more. It was not his wish to follow her, though possibly it had been a secondary thought, a wish for company that drove him to step next to each print left in her wake, a perfect trail leading to a familiar place. A similar destination was all, he had no wish to join her, mend a bridge he had allowed to burn before construction may begin.
In a way Onyx was his sister, though blood was lacking their connection was through another, one he dearly wished to never disappoint as he had with his departure.
The notion was dashed when her voice arose, directed to another. Far had she walked, and thus had he, less populated this section, though such may be attributed to winter only recently letting go and allowing fishing to resume. Confusion touched briefly on his visage as he moved closer, unsure now. Gone was it with a misstep, the ground falling away, bitten off his surprised cry when contact with the ground was made. Shallow the hole, a rather good thing for the undersized domestic feline, briefly sprawled within as paws rubbed at his head. Not wishing to be stuck for any length of time Foam reached up, paws hooking over the edge, loose grains falling atop him as he scrambled out.
"What's the big idea with all…" Into silence his voice trailed, finally looked upon the one Onyx had directly addressed. Unlike the hybrid he had no prior instance of meeting him, unknown the poor behaviour resulting from homesickness and exhaustion, thus only curious was he. Closer did he step, forgotten his reprimand in favour of studying the canid, though his gaze, at irregar intervals, moved to the box. "Whoa, never seen somethin like that before." Quiet his comment, spoken beneath his breath as he moved closer, pressed down his desire to reach out and touch the box. Unknown would be the response and Foam bore no wish to be leaving the beach in a worse off condition.