In a child's mind you find sunshine

Attila Aston · 04-14-2010, 11:25 AM

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With enough provocation, Attila was stirred out of his riverside den. The barn owl had not stopped its incessant noise since sometime in the early hours of the day, drawling on that the white male needed to take advantage of the sunny day and find his folks or re-establish himself, and for some time Attila had managed to ignore him. When Markku had moved to the den entrance and continued the slaughter, the Aston boy finally crawled out, blinked sleepy, nearly sightless eyes in the mercilessly bright sunlight, and released the longest of yawns. How he hated waking up, and this onset of spring weather made his nose itch and tingle within his first breaths of fresh air. "You should go see your mother," Markku chattered on, tossing his wings this way and that as his small little legs bounced him in predatory circles around his advisee. "You were gone nearly three months this time, you know, and you only stayed a few days before that."

But Attila Aston didn't remember where his mother lived in the great land of AniWaya, and had he not been woken so early and abruptly, he might have been more keen to find out. At some point he shifted and decided he was hungry, and after he could settle food in his stomach for the morning, perhaps he would take to napping; yes, that sounded nice, an after-meal nap. The sun was warm, comfortable; he took to the forest for traveling, however, to escape the direct sunlight that still blinded his sleep-heavy eyes. Before long he found another scent he knew rather well, one that he would not have forgotten no matter the number of passing months. Attila thought of his siblings and smirked; they were all weak, helpless, the lot of them, and Tayui would have been proud that at least one of her children had not grown to be so useless in life.

And when he broke through his thoughts a small, pink octopus sat at his feet. He knew it well, and because he knew it well he sighed. A claw picked it up, fingers holding it at its neck, and with a straightened back his iced eyes fell on his sister. Clearly, the progression of months had not been kind to her, for it seemed she had not changed at all. "Are you still playing with this stupid thing?" he scoffed, smirking as he peered at the stuffed animal eye-to-eye. "It's one thing for a grown adult to be playing with baby toys, but it's another that you're playing with something so ratty and dingy."

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