08-14-2008, 03:28 AM
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Khaden figured, after quite a bit of time listlessly staring out towards the ocean, that watching currents, while mesmerizing, were no where near as exciting as actually getting up off of his ebony butt and doing something. Proactive. That's the spirit. So snapping out of his pensive procedure, the Aatte boy picked himself up and took off again, leaving his thoughts and the ocean behind him in some torrent of a display. He seemed to be at it again, wandering around, not quite sure of what to do as long as it was labeled under the name of "Dhalia hunting". Really, Khaden had not the slightest of how to react if he would ever find his sister, and naturally, he tended to push it out of his mind. Honestly, he wanted to not find Dhalia just so Conri wouldn't have to deal with her - and, in matter of fact, Khaden wouldn't have to deal with her. It was hard enough to part with her the first time.
Nonetheless, while Khaden tried to persuade himself that he did indeed leave the images and thoughts of his family dramas behind him in the swirls of the ocean, he happened to stumble across a rather peculiar sight. Black fur arranged in an optime form seemed to develop as his sight fixed upon it. Digits holding what Khaden recognized slowly to be a writing utensil, as it marked out lines and sketches on a human pad of paper. Secui head cocked to the side, Khaden approached her loudly, blatantly, hoping she would realize his presence and not startle her. It was finally that he was close enough to her form where he called out jovially. "Why hello there." With a soft wag and a friendly smile, he hoped he wasn't intruding on anything too important.
Khaden figured, after quite a bit of time listlessly staring out towards the ocean, that watching currents, while mesmerizing, were no where near as exciting as actually getting up off of his ebony butt and doing something. Proactive. That's the spirit. So snapping out of his pensive procedure, the Aatte boy picked himself up and took off again, leaving his thoughts and the ocean behind him in some torrent of a display. He seemed to be at it again, wandering around, not quite sure of what to do as long as it was labeled under the name of "Dhalia hunting". Really, Khaden had not the slightest of how to react if he would ever find his sister, and naturally, he tended to push it out of his mind. Honestly, he wanted to not find Dhalia just so Conri wouldn't have to deal with her - and, in matter of fact, Khaden wouldn't have to deal with her. It was hard enough to part with her the first time.
Nonetheless, while Khaden tried to persuade himself that he did indeed leave the images and thoughts of his family dramas behind him in the swirls of the ocean, he happened to stumble across a rather peculiar sight. Black fur arranged in an optime form seemed to develop as his sight fixed upon it. Digits holding what Khaden recognized slowly to be a writing utensil, as it marked out lines and sketches on a human pad of paper. Secui head cocked to the side, Khaden approached her loudly, blatantly, hoping she would realize his presence and not startle her. It was finally that he was close enough to her form where he called out jovially. "Why hello there." With a soft wag and a friendly smile, he hoped he wasn't intruding on anything too important.