This land is a fairy tale

Pascal Sadira · 10-19-2012, 05:36 AM

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WC: 344, OOC: mind if we set this for the 19th instead of the 18th?

The young boy had made the decision to stay inside this morning. He'd gotten lost twice now and it was a terrifying experience. There was a thrill there also, an excitement that zinged through the boy when he thought of the adventures he'd gotten up to. His encounter with Terra hadn't been as exciting- she'd touched him, picked him up and it had felt all wrong. Only the thought that she was going to return him to Mama had kept him in place, despite his fear. The day previous, he'd found himself lost in the same direction and had met Loki, breaking out of his own house. He didn't quite know what to make of the boy and had eventually made it home to tell his Mama all about what had happened. He hadn't been able to tell if she'd been pleased or not.

Therefore, today he would be staying inside, unless Mama or Papa took him out. He couldn't get lost with them. Instead, he rolled around their room, pouncing on the dust bunnies that lurked beneath the bed. They didn't taste good- he'd found that out just a few seconds prior. On contact with his saliva, it turned sludgy and sticky and he ran his tongue repeatedly against his teeth, trying to rid himself of the nasty dust. Whining softly, he crawled out from under the bed to try and find Mama, to get rid of the dust.

Her scent was weak and he came to the conclusion that she wasn't here. There was a stronger scent however and it was better than nothing. Pascal loved his father, but he often couldn't understand what his Papa was feeling and that confused him. His Mama was so easy to tell, but Eugene and Papa were difficult. Still, it was better than keeping the dust on his tongue. With a squeak, he moved to try and find his Papa. "Papa, Papa, s'thuck on'y tung!" He exclaimed, his tongue held out of his mouth to show his father the wet clumps that refused to move.

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