11-03-2020, 08:58 AM
Inescapable aspect of the months caught in frigid weather, favour of fortune all that allowed a short and easy time of it. Other factors may be so inclined as to wrought change upon the unyielding, but more pleasant the notion of control not held, beyond reach and thus responsibility may not be handed over lightly.
Mistake his own, this factoid known and rather wide had it spread in a frame of time rather short, the exaltation of experiencing the unknown outweighing the probable downside. Hard the lesson learned, one unlikely to be shaken if experience proved an apt teacher, which it indeed seemed, away hidden the silver hued youth. Back around had come his desire to expand horizons, a wanderlust imposed during those early days fulfilled without care, wet the ill advised sniffs that echoing off reinforced walls. A mere nose, discoloured in odd splotchy tones, and a deeply settled frown all he had become, hidden beneath collected blankets and pelts.
"Come on, lying about all day isn't good for you." Fond the hushed murmur, if apparent the edge that grew more evident with every word Cottontuft deemed necessary, as with the rest her present requested where it was possible. With the symptoms Foam showed, and a lack of healer who may tend greater issues, minimised her work but, as with the child that ground out a drawn out grown, she had been subject to restlessness.
No warning prevailed the sudden removal of his covering, indignant the squeak torn from jaws that fell open in shock, upwards scrambling Foam. At the least one was returned, over shoulder draped with gentle care, beneath huddling as his prior sniffing ended in a sneeze, raw and aching his throat once it had concluded. A quiet static buzz any further words spoken, drowsy and lost in thoughts that swirled about, chasing itself without end until meaning had been striped, after Cottontuft stumbling. Yet, where she exited the nursery with a small smile directed towards him, within the entrance did Foam heavily fall, as difficult as it had grown simply to keep his eyes open glaring at the snow that gathered not too far ahead of him.
[table][tr][td]Mistake his own, this factoid known and rather wide had it spread in a frame of time rather short, the exaltation of experiencing the unknown outweighing the probable downside. Hard the lesson learned, one unlikely to be shaken if experience proved an apt teacher, which it indeed seemed, away hidden the silver hued youth. Back around had come his desire to expand horizons, a wanderlust imposed during those early days fulfilled without care, wet the ill advised sniffs that echoing off reinforced walls. A mere nose, discoloured in odd splotchy tones, and a deeply settled frown all he had become, hidden beneath collected blankets and pelts.
"Come on, lying about all day isn't good for you." Fond the hushed murmur, if apparent the edge that grew more evident with every word Cottontuft deemed necessary, as with the rest her present requested where it was possible. With the symptoms Foam showed, and a lack of healer who may tend greater issues, minimised her work but, as with the child that ground out a drawn out grown, she had been subject to restlessness.
No warning prevailed the sudden removal of his covering, indignant the squeak torn from jaws that fell open in shock, upwards scrambling Foam. At the least one was returned, over shoulder draped with gentle care, beneath huddling as his prior sniffing ended in a sneeze, raw and aching his throat once it had concluded. A quiet static buzz any further words spoken, drowsy and lost in thoughts that swirled about, chasing itself without end until meaning had been striped, after Cottontuft stumbling. Yet, where she exited the nursery with a small smile directed towards him, within the entrance did Foam heavily fall, as difficult as it had grown simply to keep his eyes open glaring at the snow that gathered not too far ahead of him.
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I think I’m not quite ready to let you circle the drain. all the things we’ve broken can be puzzled together again, all your sums and your pieces are enough to clean up all the messes you’ve made
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