04-05-2008, 02:38 AM
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 ........It was a strange shadow that was making its way towards the boy, but he continued to lumber forward. By this point he felt as if he was driven by some strange force, outside of himself, that was pushing him along. If he could smell at this point the signals weren't reaching his brain anyway, and it took him more than a few seconds to realize that it was his mother wrapping its arms around him. For a moment he assumed it was some spirit, some saint that had come to release him. Santa Maria, mamma. ........A faint smile crossed his maw, eyelids still heavy and brown eyes red around the edges. "Mamma, ciao," he said quietly and slowly, pushing his head into the crook of his mother's arms. It was hard for him to distinguish whether this was real or just an illusion, but whatever it was it made the knot disappear, a warmth flow through his numb limbs. "Stai bene? Sono stanco da morire, ho fame..." he continued to grumble almost incoherently into her black fur. "Il mio amico è morto. Ho visto l'anima si è alzato al cielo..." No matter how hard he tried not to think of it, this would lie under his consciousness for a long time. ........ For a moment the boy was silent, breathing shallowly and hiding his eyes from the light that was beginning to permeate the air. "La mia amica dorma ancora, torneremmo o si preoccuparà." He pulled back just a tiny bit as he said this, not far enough to release his head from his mother's arms, but enough to get the point across. It didn't cross his mind that his mother, too, was wandering, and had someone missing her as well. |