the twins were emboldened by quill's presence for reasons unknown. they not have the heart to approach anyone on their own. the mistrust of others ran deep like the ocean's belly, and the spikes of unease that shot through their guts like hot rods whenever they were alone with anybody else was testimony to this fact.
pointed hooves, ashen in hue shuffled across sun blessed sands. the lamb edged their way near the direhound, both heads pointed to attention and a molten gaze focused on the other-- though both sets of eyes never distinctly made contact with the other. the youth could never stare another in the face. just thinking about it made their stomach roil with apprehension they could not help.
"misshter quill," one head 'baa'ed. the only head to ever speak. their voice dropped to a pleasant whisper. "how... do you know them?" what was this stranger to quill? was it impolite to ask? impolite to wonder? but they could not help the question that lingered on their tongue. curiosity was a very powerful and dangerous thing they had soon learned.
back in the barn, questions were prohibited. every sentence that began with a 'w' was met with vicious kicks, and long after moribund had been kicked out, they had still been to scared to ask anything. but now, the pitt had opened up a whole new realm for relative 'privileges.' and every little new inquiry with a 'w' that danced on the tip of their tongue sounded so sweet.
pointed hooves, ashen in hue shuffled across sun blessed sands. the lamb edged their way near the direhound, both heads pointed to attention and a molten gaze focused on the other-- though both sets of eyes never distinctly made contact with the other. the youth could never stare another in the face. just thinking about it made their stomach roil with apprehension they could not help.
"misshter quill," one head 'baa'ed. the only head to ever speak. their voice dropped to a pleasant whisper. "how... do you know them?" what was this stranger to quill? was it impolite to ask? impolite to wonder? but they could not help the question that lingered on their tongue. curiosity was a very powerful and dangerous thing they had soon learned.
back in the barn, questions were prohibited. every sentence that began with a 'w' was met with vicious kicks, and long after moribund had been kicked out, they had still been to scared to ask anything. but now, the pitt had opened up a whole new realm for relative 'privileges.' and every little new inquiry with a 'w' that danced on the tip of their tongue sounded so sweet.
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