03-18-2021, 07:16 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-18-2021, 07:16 AM by harland m..)
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 11.5px; width: 340px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]It seemed they were, however temporarily, caught in the same predicament.
Almost expected such, maybe a rite of passage for those unfamiliar, new faces among the crowd finding the place that proved a comfortable fit. He knew such hardships in a rather intimate fashion, though his age at that first time had alleviated much of the hardship tied to the adjustment, settled without much issue. Yet that was a point of contest now. Quiet, but rather pronounced, the rejection of all present around him, longed for peaks laced in what his mind once deemed eternal frost, too different this.
Or it may have been the memories. Once he had lingered where the sand and sea met, where houses bobbed upon the waves lashed together by well maintained pathways. Death all he had tasted upon return, a harbour for such ill fortune grown similar environments. Why he lingered when plagued by such notions he could not speak on, part of him knew the answer, of course, speaking it aloud felt a magnet for trouble. Alike Lumia, another unfortunate tethered with a history she had not written yet supposedly contributed to simply for the matter of her parentage, a home had this become. Permanent or otherwise he could only guess upon, envious of those who knew their status and were given a sense of security for it.
To determine his cause for coming to the dock both an easy and difficult task, a reminder of Sunhaven, taken in and destroyed twice over now, the spray wetting old boards that uttered no sound with his passage. They did not move as he wished they did beneath his weight, propelled into a gentle sway by the waves his paw barely grazed where he lounged upon the side of the dock. Of those observers that watched in varying degrees of interest, his own piqued when her entrance to the moored vessel only brought with it new reasons to be curious, Harland seemed one of the few to follow. He was slow in this, however, for a time lingering with the brine leaving his paw to grow sodden where it hung limply now beneath the unruly surface.
The child was an unknown, a stranger in every way beyond the base tidbits he had acquired through osmosis. Well enough did she seem, alike Vayne who had grown fond of in a startlingly short amount of time, his excuse her status as family even if he was unsure about calling her such. Both Vayne and Danny seemed fond of her, another positive, though familial basis may reduce the first and the very evident common ground of age the second. It mattered little when pondered the notion she may not wish for company, her steps seemed guided by purpose and he wished not to intrude. His worry grew amplified when the rather silly idea that she may be reprimand for intruding took hold, the state of the ship allowing entrance enough to quell his nerves.
All the same such his excuse for standing, briefly regarded his now sodden paw with distaste, before the gangplank was walked. Strange the motion when the Tempest was properly boarded, solid ground replaced with the calm rocking he had missed, his mind poorly connecting the internal space with where it was moored. There was no issue in it growing loose, a foolish idea quickly snuffed out, still there was an unease to his steps, the various areas of the ship explored at a very slow pace. By the time Harland had located Lumia, and had run through a rather lengthy list of excuses for why he intruded upon her, she seemed settled in. At the least it seemed that way.
"This is quite nice," soft his voice, restrained as swallowed down the queasiness that assaulted his stomach, rising into his throat in a brief moment of panic. Sheepish the smile he offered the beta as he settled upon one side of the doorway, room enough another may enter without himself being present in the room. "I hope I'm not intruding, I didn't think anyone was allowed in here. Do you need any help with anything, or I could leave, I uh…" His words finally trailed into a tense silence, grown unsure now as he slide partially behind the wall the door was set into. "I'm sorry, you probably have things you need to do and here I am prattling on like an idiot."
Almost expected such, maybe a rite of passage for those unfamiliar, new faces among the crowd finding the place that proved a comfortable fit. He knew such hardships in a rather intimate fashion, though his age at that first time had alleviated much of the hardship tied to the adjustment, settled without much issue. Yet that was a point of contest now. Quiet, but rather pronounced, the rejection of all present around him, longed for peaks laced in what his mind once deemed eternal frost, too different this.
Or it may have been the memories. Once he had lingered where the sand and sea met, where houses bobbed upon the waves lashed together by well maintained pathways. Death all he had tasted upon return, a harbour for such ill fortune grown similar environments. Why he lingered when plagued by such notions he could not speak on, part of him knew the answer, of course, speaking it aloud felt a magnet for trouble. Alike Lumia, another unfortunate tethered with a history she had not written yet supposedly contributed to simply for the matter of her parentage, a home had this become. Permanent or otherwise he could only guess upon, envious of those who knew their status and were given a sense of security for it.
To determine his cause for coming to the dock both an easy and difficult task, a reminder of Sunhaven, taken in and destroyed twice over now, the spray wetting old boards that uttered no sound with his passage. They did not move as he wished they did beneath his weight, propelled into a gentle sway by the waves his paw barely grazed where he lounged upon the side of the dock. Of those observers that watched in varying degrees of interest, his own piqued when her entrance to the moored vessel only brought with it new reasons to be curious, Harland seemed one of the few to follow. He was slow in this, however, for a time lingering with the brine leaving his paw to grow sodden where it hung limply now beneath the unruly surface.
The child was an unknown, a stranger in every way beyond the base tidbits he had acquired through osmosis. Well enough did she seem, alike Vayne who had grown fond of in a startlingly short amount of time, his excuse her status as family even if he was unsure about calling her such. Both Vayne and Danny seemed fond of her, another positive, though familial basis may reduce the first and the very evident common ground of age the second. It mattered little when pondered the notion she may not wish for company, her steps seemed guided by purpose and he wished not to intrude. His worry grew amplified when the rather silly idea that she may be reprimand for intruding took hold, the state of the ship allowing entrance enough to quell his nerves.
All the same such his excuse for standing, briefly regarded his now sodden paw with distaste, before the gangplank was walked. Strange the motion when the Tempest was properly boarded, solid ground replaced with the calm rocking he had missed, his mind poorly connecting the internal space with where it was moored. There was no issue in it growing loose, a foolish idea quickly snuffed out, still there was an unease to his steps, the various areas of the ship explored at a very slow pace. By the time Harland had located Lumia, and had run through a rather lengthy list of excuses for why he intruded upon her, she seemed settled in. At the least it seemed that way.
"This is quite nice," soft his voice, restrained as swallowed down the queasiness that assaulted his stomach, rising into his throat in a brief moment of panic. Sheepish the smile he offered the beta as he settled upon one side of the doorway, room enough another may enter without himself being present in the room. "I hope I'm not intruding, I didn't think anyone was allowed in here. Do you need any help with anything, or I could leave, I uh…" His words finally trailed into a tense silence, grown unsure now as he slide partially behind the wall the door was set into. "I'm sorry, you probably have things you need to do and here I am prattling on like an idiot."