lou dog went to the moon

Barrett · 07-28-2011, 07:25 PM

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It took the boy some time to understand the allusion. Barrett had grown up without religion—he knew no Heaven or Hell or anything in between—though he did hold onto a vague sense of spirituality instilled in him by the Taijitu monks while he was still very young. He believed in karma, if not in the sense of some supernatural driving force. Beings who did good things, thought good things, and surrounded themselves with good people would be happier. It wasn't some hokey-pokey voodoo; it was just common sense.

Unfortunately, it seemed the tawny Aquila was forced to keep the company of darker souls. What drove him? Devotion, duty, necessity? Barrett could be devilishly clever and competent when push came to shove, even reliable—but he couldn't imagine subjecting himself to anything (or anyone) miserable for very long. He couldn't relate.

And so the earth-toned boy stayed silent, but his ears fluttered back in a consolatory fashion. The herb smouldered still, and he milked the bong until it was nearly opaque white. Plucking the bowl piece out with two dark claws, he inhaled sharply and sat back, eyes closed as he passed it off to his seemingly unlikely smoking companion. “I... don't even know what you mean, man,” he confessed at last, laughing strangely at his own ignorance. They were similar in some ways, but so very different in others. “What happened?” If nothing else, he could listen.

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