04-14-2021, 01:57 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 7.5pt; max-width: 440px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]It seemed his efforts to separate himself from the rest of their expanding number had been for nought. Expected should have such been, comradery bred within such tight confinements that worked upon the principle of give and take, sustained the whole over the singular. He had not, however, grown rusty where such bonds were concerned, though delicate his own reach to form them between particular individuals.
Not one upon that short list the man that deemed him a worthy companion, if only for the short frame of awaiting stragglers. Brief the shift of his vision, narrow scrutiny imparted, poor the first impression received and no better this. Languid the manner Mercury handled himself, his performance one unnecessary and given only a drawn out noise produced from between pursed lips. A pretty boy with a too high opinion of himself and lacking any true sense. To be a judge was to scrutinise himself, the years behind him packed well enough with it, his attention turning as thoughts roved.
Another, the direction of approach arising a slim sliver of curiosity, stifled the desire to speak, however, questioning the other not suitable for the situation. Slow the part of his mouth, a greeting lacing his tongue that dwindled as Aesior continued, within the dark interior of the cave swallowed. That was a rather disappointing development. Vincent would not venture to deem the other a friend, the very notion akin to venom, cruel in the bite it harboured, a welcome presence all he may put forth. At the least still was Fraggle assured of his inclusion, another of a similar status.
Soon enough their numbers grew, the return of Aesior, now weighed beneath retrieved satchel, met with a smile. Taunt as the edges were easy the identification of genuine joy within it, falling away as the silence was broken once more. Questions and concerns. Momentary did he ponder over a few avenues of thought, insubstantial most. The danger present one he understood, lax grown in the face of the possibilities that may be made reality, acceptable each he may formulate in the relative safety present.
Of course, there was one issue above all else that he lingered upon, attention turning towards Fraggle. Young was the lagamorph, though proven capable in a way that quelled some doubt, still he may end up a liability that became nothing more than a distraction. Voicing such aloud seemed a poor decision, Vincent bore no desire to cause strife, finally deciding it best left alone. There were enough present that his safety was assured and bringing it up may cause arguments over his inclusion, something that would only further complicate things. His mind made up Vincent kept silent, gaze wandering across the others present, wondering if any other had arrived at a similar line of thought as he had.
Not one upon that short list the man that deemed him a worthy companion, if only for the short frame of awaiting stragglers. Brief the shift of his vision, narrow scrutiny imparted, poor the first impression received and no better this. Languid the manner Mercury handled himself, his performance one unnecessary and given only a drawn out noise produced from between pursed lips. A pretty boy with a too high opinion of himself and lacking any true sense. To be a judge was to scrutinise himself, the years behind him packed well enough with it, his attention turning as thoughts roved.
Another, the direction of approach arising a slim sliver of curiosity, stifled the desire to speak, however, questioning the other not suitable for the situation. Slow the part of his mouth, a greeting lacing his tongue that dwindled as Aesior continued, within the dark interior of the cave swallowed. That was a rather disappointing development. Vincent would not venture to deem the other a friend, the very notion akin to venom, cruel in the bite it harboured, a welcome presence all he may put forth. At the least still was Fraggle assured of his inclusion, another of a similar status.
Soon enough their numbers grew, the return of Aesior, now weighed beneath retrieved satchel, met with a smile. Taunt as the edges were easy the identification of genuine joy within it, falling away as the silence was broken once more. Questions and concerns. Momentary did he ponder over a few avenues of thought, insubstantial most. The danger present one he understood, lax grown in the face of the possibilities that may be made reality, acceptable each he may formulate in the relative safety present.
Of course, there was one issue above all else that he lingered upon, attention turning towards Fraggle. Young was the lagamorph, though proven capable in a way that quelled some doubt, still he may end up a liability that became nothing more than a distraction. Voicing such aloud seemed a poor decision, Vincent bore no desire to cause strife, finally deciding it best left alone. There were enough present that his safety was assured and bringing it up may cause arguments over his inclusion, something that would only further complicate things. His mind made up Vincent kept silent, gaze wandering across the others present, wondering if any other had arrived at a similar line of thought as he had.