- Nov 8, 2022
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The sun hangs lazily overhead.
Like he always has, he follows it.
There was no rhyme or reason to it all, nothing that was not... natural. Even the brightest of thinkers (which certainly, he was not) were bound to fall into patterns; a certain natural order. Something so warm and inviting and— eye-catching, even when it lacked the former; wouldn't anything want to chase after it? Perhaps with a dream, to claw your way into Sky. To keep reaching and reaching for something obtainable. Or perhaps, it was just... simple comfort.
But maybe, he was wrong. It burns, after all; and for some, he could imagine, the rest was not worth it. He wasn't sure what it was for himself that compelled him so. Fickle, he was fickle as any other thing. No better, and that was perfectly fine.
And what's strange is... vague familiarity. When you wander without a care, the stops muddy together. But something still jumped out to him now. Curious, he pauses. A sundown gaze rakes across his surroundings, careful appraisal; careful... consideration (for he knew he could miss things at the worst of times. ...A work in progress, his mind could be unbecoming) Perhaps it was more of a feeling. A vague something-something, not solid enough for words. He was fine with that, certainly. Though maybe, you couldn't tell from afar. A sloped muzzle, chocolate, bright-star shape, cranes downward. Blank gaze at nothingness... perhaps he seemed lost.
A rustle there— his gaze flicks upward. Painted face, striped and engulfed in flame. A form worse for wear, but certainly not in tatters. A blink in their direction. Friendliness is the intention (it does not come across.) "Hello," he greets, steady, staid. "Is everything alright?"
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Like he always has, he follows it.
There was no rhyme or reason to it all, nothing that was not... natural. Even the brightest of thinkers (which certainly, he was not) were bound to fall into patterns; a certain natural order. Something so warm and inviting and— eye-catching, even when it lacked the former; wouldn't anything want to chase after it? Perhaps with a dream, to claw your way into Sky. To keep reaching and reaching for something obtainable. Or perhaps, it was just... simple comfort.
But maybe, he was wrong. It burns, after all; and for some, he could imagine, the rest was not worth it. He wasn't sure what it was for himself that compelled him so. Fickle, he was fickle as any other thing. No better, and that was perfectly fine.
And what's strange is... vague familiarity. When you wander without a care, the stops muddy together. But something still jumped out to him now. Curious, he pauses. A sundown gaze rakes across his surroundings, careful appraisal; careful... consideration (for he knew he could miss things at the worst of times. ...A work in progress, his mind could be unbecoming) Perhaps it was more of a feeling. A vague something-something, not solid enough for words. He was fine with that, certainly. Though maybe, you couldn't tell from afar. A sloped muzzle, chocolate, bright-star shape, cranes downward. Blank gaze at nothingness... perhaps he seemed lost.
A rustle there— his gaze flicks upward. Painted face, striped and engulfed in flame. A form worse for wear, but certainly not in tatters. A blink in their direction. Friendliness is the intention (it does not come across.) "Hello," he greets, steady, staid. "Is everything alright?"
[ @EMBER ]