you can't make dirt clean

Harlowe D'Angelo · 01-14-2011, 07:12 AM

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Word Count → 461 :: That would be so fitting, Harlowe's only frand being a cat... >___>

Harlowe did not often think to formulate opinions on things that were largely unfamiliar to him. This was not due to open-mindedness, however; instead, the boy simply did not consider or put much thought toward things outside the scope of his very narrow interests. He liked books and he liked reading; he also liked scrawling his own thoughts. Outside of this and his family, there was not very much Harlowe cared deeply for. He found the subjects in his books interesting, of course, but there was the occasional difficulty in understanding their themes. They were, after all, aimed at humans.

“I didn't think your kind disliked mine,” he said, sounding surprised rather than offended. He thought cats were just shy and awkward, much like himself -- the thought that they disliked wolves and thus avoided them had been ruled out by the boy, who had seen another canine in Anathema with a feline companion. That he would be proven wrong by another feline was unexpected. “You, too,” he said, rather simply. This was, for once in Harlowe's life, a genuine and unprompted sentiment, not brought about by thoughts of his mother and manners but of genuine interest in the other party in the conversation.

“Have you looked at a map?” he asked, uncertain if cats did such things. Not all Luperci did, but cats were another matter entirely -- utterly foreign to the boy, he would not assume either way about the sable-shaded feline. “There is so much ocean,” he added, uncertain of how to even begin to convey the amount of ocean to land there was in the wide world. He did not truly understand the human measurement words, the words like mile and inch and even pound, and his best analogy would be a confusing mess, so the boy opted not to try instead, hoping the feline had glanced at one of those old human sheets of paper once or twice in his lifetime.

“No. I used to live there, and I don't anymore,” he answered, pointing toward Phoenix Valley half-heartedly. He didn't think it was dangerous telling Element things like that, and many people knew he used to live in Phoenix Valley -- his aunt Pontiac and Naniko both had resided there with him, as had his siblings. He thought it a sufficient enough answer; that he had left in the first place indicated something wrong with the place, and thus he hoped Element would assume it was only natural he would want to avoid a place he found so distasteful as to leave. In truth, the pale-furred boy feared retribution from his mother, from someone -- he knew he and Rio both had a lot of family, and he wondered if she had told any of them.

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