01-08-2008, 12:38 AM
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Winter, Merit found, was not his favourite season. Perhaps autumn, or maybe summer - although he remembered little from that season, aside from the warmth - but not winter. It was cold, too cold, and even though his coat was thickening and becoming more resistant to the chill, he would rather it be gone. The snow, however, he could not complain about; it was nice. Soft.
The boy was looking for his mother. Although he would much prefer to say otherwise - say he was a big boy, and that he didn't miss her - he enjoyed the woman's company. Pride might cause him to childishly say otherwise to anyone else, of course, be he allowed himself to admit it, if only in his own thoughts. He was pleased to see that she was not far from him, closer than he had thought, and he ran up to her, a smile claiming his lips.
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Winter, Merit found, was not his favourite season. Perhaps autumn, or maybe summer - although he remembered little from that season, aside from the warmth - but not winter. It was cold, too cold, and even though his coat was thickening and becoming more resistant to the chill, he would rather it be gone. The snow, however, he could not complain about; it was nice. Soft.
The boy was looking for his mother. Although he would much prefer to say otherwise - say he was a big boy, and that he didn't miss her - he enjoyed the woman's company. Pride might cause him to childishly say otherwise to anyone else, of course, be he allowed himself to admit it, if only in his own thoughts. He was pleased to see that she was not far from him, closer than he had thought, and he ran up to her, a smile claiming his lips.
Hi, mom.
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