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Finished the fire for y'all  Attila frowned, as stubborn and laws-hater as he was, and turned away from him with heavy steps, and sitted as heavy in the earthy ground. He always did that when adults didn't give him what he wanted. He didn't pay any attention to Dawali -he didn't give him food, for crying out loud!-, and played with a string of his sock that was out of place. Easily distracted as he was, he forgot the string, and his eyes wondered until they lyed on the scarred male. Finding shapes of those -made on purpose or not-, he noticed the others were throwing sand on the fire. Not sure why but it looked very fun. His growing legs raced toward the sand pile. Skillfully, he turned his bump to the fire -it was pretty warm-, and moved the front ones, in a digging movement. The sand flew to the fire quickly, the boy watching all the process. The light, the warm and the sounds of the fire slowly faded away, as it got smaller and smaller.
Seeing that it only rested a tiny flame, the nasty kid let it die by its own. A very low, whispery hiss, and it dissapeared completely, a thin line of smoke coming from where the flame once was. One glad laugh and the male walked back to his seat. No biggy, but he was hungrer now. All that effort for nothing. He knew patience was a virtue, but he never had it. Too bad. |
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