09-18-2009, 10:04 PM
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It was fine :o
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The voice of the wind that Urma heard so strongly was nothing but a faint and distant whisper to the Phoenix boy. It was in a foreign language, too, one that he had never spoken or even heard before. Indeed, he didn't hear it now. The wind was just the wind to him, the movement of air through the grass, manifest most obviously as it swept across the flight path of a dragonfly, pulling the delicate insect along with it. It was not something that Gotham thought of often, or really at all. The wind did not speak to him, or tell him stories. Urma, settled so calmly beside him, was his sole connection to the world that she tapped into. The pup was not immune to the beauty of the world, but he was ignorant to its extent. With time he would come to appreciate the subtle colors of a sunrise, the velvety surface of a flower's petal, or the shimmery waves of water across a lake.
Gotham didn't understand most of what she was saying, but he listened intently anyway. It sounded beautiful and deep, at least, and the pup did want to know what she meant. The Unknown was the future, was what he gleaned from her words, and ultimately the measurement of the time wolves had was useless. He furrowed his brow and stared at the space in front of his paws, trying very hard to comprehend the deeper meaning that fell behind her words. The female's voice conferred a dangerous side to the things she said, and oh how Gotham wished he understood so that he might stay out of trouble.
He was partially relieved and partly horrified when she mentioned that they would return to that explanation later. The boy wanted to understand, but a bit of the weight was off his shoulders when he realized that he could learn it later, as well. He nodded a little, his eyes staying on her as he did so. Gotham wanted to go further than what he knew, he wanted to keep learning, he wanted to laugh in the face of the Unknown. Giant, menacing dragonflies sounded scary to him, but also extraordinarily exciting. Did such things actually exist, though? The pup had trouble differentiating reality from metaphor all the time, and here the line seemed even fuzzier than usual. Feeling a little lost, he fixated on a single thing that she had said and asked, "What kind of knowledge helps us overcome the perils of the world?" A younger Gotham, or even one that was simply not so drawn into a foreign way of thinking, would have enquired about the enormous dragonflies. Perhaps, by learning what he needed to know to overcome such perils he would be able to go on an adventure to find the giant creatures. Gotham couldn't imagine them being mean, though, and would much prefer to make friends with them and ride around on their backs. His childhood wasn't dead, not yet.
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