ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST / return

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]Breath is easily wasted when speaking to Elijah. Attention ungrasped, he fails to listen to Aphra's concern. He remains deaf to the worries of speaking to strangers, still not learning the exact purpose of the gate other than the door to a home that is the island. In the kitten's small world, there is no such thing as enemy or danger. He doesn't even come to notice the black mambas that uncoil restlessly in irritation, tongues flickering in displeasure before the boy feels himself suddenly lifted by the scruff and brought to the other side. He would have known who this man was had he been paying attention to his mother when they were walking to the Bay to introduce themselves. Instead he is like any other member, the boy merely smiling at him. He was glad that he was already in, wondering briefly to himself if he was missing something. His whiskers twitch, watching adults speak to adults. He feels instantly bored, as if he has been ripped out of a game. He thinks of bringing his own kind of fun, maybe taking a peak at the contents in the basket near the gate but then deciding not to.

Baby-blue eyes twinkle when he notices Goldenluxury's companion, an avian that appears to be larger than he is. He is tempted to lower his body, stalk towards the bird in belief that he is being sneaky, then catch the poor winged creature when he hears Lynn's screes. His fur bristles, the child jumping because he did not expect the creature to be so loud that he is a ball of fluff. Maybe it really was best for him to go. This place didn't feel so fun anymore, the ragdoll child spreading his wings again and flying back towards the rainforest. He wants to find that cockroach again anyway.