Growing Pains
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The paw pads of his sister upon the polished floor pulled the young boy from his deep inner trance as he stared at the statue of Buddha. His ear twisted as the sounds began to retreat and a small frown came onto his face. She had walked right past time, how had she not noticed. But then as he pondered more upon it, Dalgina was always lost in her fantasies and dreams, it was a cute quality she possessed, she was guaranteed to always be happy having come back from a world of amazing dreams. If only his own dreams could be so innocent and pure as hers were.

Abruptly Honrin felt very old and very tired as though a great weight bore down upon him and it was at that moment that his sister chose to come back to seek him out. His golden eyes pierced the soft light cast by the candles and he idly wonderd who continued to tend them now that the resident priest and fire tender had disappeared. Still thinking on this even more he turned to his sister as she approached and offered her what was supposed to be a comforting smile, and he spoke to her completely in Arctic speak,

"Greetings mine sister. How fare you today?" His words and the age in his voice betrayed his small body for Honrin was mature beyond his few months of life.


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