Post by Strike on Sept 6, 2012 18:18:40 GMT -5
Her words were meant to sting. They rolled off of her tongue with such aggression. Though her meaning was past him and he only stared at her. The image was trying to tell him something, but again, he couldn’t figure it out. The world he had grown so comfortable in was now being intruded on by this agitating woman who seemed to have no respect for anything. His jaw set firmly as he watched her antics, his teeth nearly grinding.
To her last statement, he tilted his head curiously. Realistically, that is what he did, just enjoy the forest around him. Or whatever terrain he happened to be in at any point in time. He had traveled the continent many times over and had begun debating crossing the long vast of waters surrounding. It was a journey he had been looking forward to actually. And right now, it seemed even more alluring.
Snorting with a huff, he crossed his arms over his chest and glanced to the tree line once more, no longer attempting the word. A stream of sunlight caught his eye and he glanced above, following to the sky. Frowning, he knew another orb settled when the above was black and only freckled with tiny lights. All that were coming soon. Looking past the giant orb of light, one could make out the rising of the remaining two orb. Two moons. Moons. Frowning, he muttered, “Moon.” There was another word that followed but again, he had troubles. It too began with an S.
Frowning, he walked to her and picked up another journal, flipping through the pages. He knew he had drawn them, the line of the paper all his. Growling as he flipped through, he came to a journal entry. Then another and another. The lines made no sense to him, the words having no meaning. But he saw the then the words he fought so hard to speak. Again, he tried saying it. “Sst. Moon.”
To her last statement, he tilted his head curiously. Realistically, that is what he did, just enjoy the forest around him. Or whatever terrain he happened to be in at any point in time. He had traveled the continent many times over and had begun debating crossing the long vast of waters surrounding. It was a journey he had been looking forward to actually. And right now, it seemed even more alluring.
Snorting with a huff, he crossed his arms over his chest and glanced to the tree line once more, no longer attempting the word. A stream of sunlight caught his eye and he glanced above, following to the sky. Frowning, he knew another orb settled when the above was black and only freckled with tiny lights. All that were coming soon. Looking past the giant orb of light, one could make out the rising of the remaining two orb. Two moons. Moons. Frowning, he muttered, “Moon.” There was another word that followed but again, he had troubles. It too began with an S.
Frowning, he walked to her and picked up another journal, flipping through the pages. He knew he had drawn them, the line of the paper all his. Growling as he flipped through, he came to a journal entry. Then another and another. The lines made no sense to him, the words having no meaning. But he saw the then the words he fought so hard to speak. Again, he tried saying it. “Sst. Moon.”