09-06-2018, 10:46 PM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Within recent days there had been little of the child, kept at bay for he struggled once more with grief, found it clutching at him, seeking to draw everything out into the light until nothing was left. He would not speak of the nights he had found himself curled in the rose garden, a small patch cleared so he might not feel thorns upon him, stifling sobs with shaky paws, not wanting others to see him in such a state. Yet the days spoke little of such for he seemed chipper, though his mood proved somewhat dampened and he was less prone to wandering and laughing, found words harder to form, given to his grief in the darkness of night.
It was as such a strange sight to see him, tiny paws taking time to lift from the ground, each step a struggle as he drew closer. Though curiosity about the s'mores was present, for he had never really had such foods having kept to a rather limited diet in the past based on availability, it was the company. He too chose to settle by Hazel, offering a soft, shaky smile to Moon before he was moving to her unoccupied side. There was unease in Harland in those moments, unsure before he was leaning closer, reaching up to gently press his nose against her cheek.
It was as such a strange sight to see him, tiny paws taking time to lift from the ground, each step a struggle as he drew closer. Though curiosity about the s'mores was present, for he had never really had such foods having kept to a rather limited diet in the past based on availability, it was the company. He too chose to settle by Hazel, offering a soft, shaky smile to Moon before he was moving to her unoccupied side. There was unease in Harland in those moments, unsure before he was leaning closer, reaching up to gently press his nose against her cheek.