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How long had transpired since last entertained the presence of the other, in many ways the final tether, a connection to those lost and left in fragmented portions of memory that seemed sand between grasping fingers when he tried to ponder them. There were others, this a known fact and accepted as such, once more the name he bore with a withered sense of pride spread. Still forgein the concept, difficult to grasp. Better a situation he had grown accustomed to, tended over the year whittled away among people his kin through blood but nothing like her.
His sister, the one he adored and respected above all else. The anchor that tied him here.
Too long if his thoughts wandered over such ground and could not formulate the last moment in which a fresh exchange had been made. He had seen her about, could not bear to even think of avoiding her and thus impossible to perform, yet never broached conversation. Different seemed this day, the dark plume expelled from the stone hut a curiosity, gentle but ever persistent that spark. Closer he tread, though had made no move that may have made evident his desire to enter, turned back by the heat that poured out.
Smithing something he knew, familiar the harsh clang of metal tools striking metal grown cherry in hue, the explosive sound of it being submerged suddenly decreasing in volume, heat leached though still would it be there. Easy the act of pinpointing when, his time spent within his home one often occupied with such, though an activity he had not cared to participate in, even enjoyed tales of his own mother having been rather adept. Distant still was he when the clatter silenced, her exit bringing forth a confusing mix, adulation tempered beneath worry. Different people were they now, those few instances their paths crossed pleasant yet bore a tension he could not abide, terror a sharp spike driven into his chest.
Others approached, one he knew not until she spoke, wide the eyes that took in the drastic change he had heard nothing of. Maybe he had been cooped up for too long. The next easily identified, intensified the fear that swelled within his chest, strained breath concluding in a sudden cough. Departing seemed a suitable idea for a moment, the act of a coward, stifled only as he realised running would offer no true comfort, still would he be plagued by doubt and worry.
All the same there would be no words as Harland took those few steps closer, already voiced by those who had come before, his own commentary an unnecessary addition. His teeth found and dug into his tongue, held the muscle in place, all the whole a smile was drawn into forced existence.
[/td][/tr][/table]His sister, the one he adored and respected above all else. The anchor that tied him here.
Too long if his thoughts wandered over such ground and could not formulate the last moment in which a fresh exchange had been made. He had seen her about, could not bear to even think of avoiding her and thus impossible to perform, yet never broached conversation. Different seemed this day, the dark plume expelled from the stone hut a curiosity, gentle but ever persistent that spark. Closer he tread, though had made no move that may have made evident his desire to enter, turned back by the heat that poured out.
Smithing something he knew, familiar the harsh clang of metal tools striking metal grown cherry in hue, the explosive sound of it being submerged suddenly decreasing in volume, heat leached though still would it be there. Easy the act of pinpointing when, his time spent within his home one often occupied with such, though an activity he had not cared to participate in, even enjoyed tales of his own mother having been rather adept. Distant still was he when the clatter silenced, her exit bringing forth a confusing mix, adulation tempered beneath worry. Different people were they now, those few instances their paths crossed pleasant yet bore a tension he could not abide, terror a sharp spike driven into his chest.
Others approached, one he knew not until she spoke, wide the eyes that took in the drastic change he had heard nothing of. Maybe he had been cooped up for too long. The next easily identified, intensified the fear that swelled within his chest, strained breath concluding in a sudden cough. Departing seemed a suitable idea for a moment, the act of a coward, stifled only as he realised running would offer no true comfort, still would he be plagued by doubt and worry.
All the same there would be no words as Harland took those few steps closer, already voiced by those who had come before, his own commentary an unnecessary addition. His teeth found and dug into his tongue, held the muscle in place, all the whole a smile was drawn into forced existence.
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