islands in a stream

Citlali Kimaris · 04-12-2011, 07:43 PM

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Word Count → 000 :: Yay for meeting more people and not talking to them! Big Grin

He had met very few new associates. To what most others would call a bad week, the unsocial boy found it an accomplishment. Recently, he had noticed his Aunt showing the same unwilling behavior. She drifted about the cave, occasionally gazing over his shoulder silently or organizing the sparse things they had in their home. On the contrary to his reclusive personality, Citlali was slightly bothered the lack of talking. Without the foreign voice of Tlantli or other outsiders, despite the fact he wouldn’t reply past a nod, was deeply peculiar.

Most days, he would stay near her side accept during the week she had found more comfort in new acquaintances. The mornings were spent underground weaving, and the afternoons knitted into his jewelry. Almost every night now the orange-tawny coyote would emerge from their dugout and quite unilaterally sneak about to become more familiar with Anathema tunnels. Only once, so far, had the boy met someone while wandering the caves and Eris was not a horrible intervene at all.

The morning had started no different than most. He had awoken to the gentle shifting sounds of his crème coat Aunt around the home. Fingers curled around the woven strips beside his bed before he stood and loped over to his makeshift workspace without so much as a shy nod at Tlantli. But the boy could feel her tenseness. Suddenly, she spoke aloud while hovering by the entrance. Citlali nodded while looking down, to obedient to reject her inquiry. He collected is things together lightly before wandering slowly to the older coyote’s side.

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