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Conor and Night live in the same house, so they should be somewhat aquainted already.
The child had sneaked out and Alexey had not been there to see this. There was no blame in the young male’s heart, for Alexey could not watch the child 24/7. The boy found the girl a little odd, and this intrigued him. Conor’s childhood had not been a pleasant one and he still carried the damage within. Perhaps something similar had happened to her. Psychology was a fond subject for the boy and therefore the girl’s unique indifference to her surroundings triggered his curiosity.
It had taken a while before he too had noticed the silent girl’s departure, but once it was clear that the house was empty, he quickly picked up her scented train and followed in a casual pace. Only when he reached a few crimson spots in the snow did he pick up his pace, jogging after her trail with some anxiety gathering in his chest. He found her in the forest by a small, iced puddle. The Lierre quickly moved up next to her and touched the thick fur by her neck in a manner that was meant to me comforting.
Lilac eyes took in her injuries, but her fur was thick and dark; camouflaging the dark crimson blood well. He squatted down and looked to her sapphire eyes as he spoke words marinated with care. ”Night, what happened?”
Conor and Night live in the same house, so they should be somewhat aquainted already.
The child had sneaked out and Alexey had not been there to see this. There was no blame in the young male’s heart, for Alexey could not watch the child 24/7. The boy found the girl a little odd, and this intrigued him. Conor’s childhood had not been a pleasant one and he still carried the damage within. Perhaps something similar had happened to her. Psychology was a fond subject for the boy and therefore the girl’s unique indifference to her surroundings triggered his curiosity.
It had taken a while before he too had noticed the silent girl’s departure, but once it was clear that the house was empty, he quickly picked up her scented train and followed in a casual pace. Only when he reached a few crimson spots in the snow did he pick up his pace, jogging after her trail with some anxiety gathering in his chest. He found her in the forest by a small, iced puddle. The Lierre quickly moved up next to her and touched the thick fur by her neck in a manner that was meant to me comforting.
Lilac eyes took in her injuries, but her fur was thick and dark; camouflaging the dark crimson blood well. He squatted down and looked to her sapphire eyes as he spoke words marinated with care. ”Night, what happened?”