02-09-2009, 12:10 AM
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The previous night, Salem did not make it back to the den. He had been running the halls of the mansion, merely exploring it for all it was worth, and when that hadn't sated his desire for things to do, he had looked over the simple books he had found. Then it had been hours of shouting randm words around, both inside his head and out his mouth. He had finally fallen asleep on a downstairs couch, but not just any couch. He couldn't have known it was an antique fainting couch, but it was just right for him to sprawl out on. Where it curved upwards for a head, it was where he had lain his own. And he had slept very much like the dead, unstirred by anyone who had possibly come in and out of the house during the night.
But just like a rooster stirring before the sunrise, he had come around as the first few rays of the fiery ball of warmth had started to shine through the window. It had hit him just right in the face to stir him, as the sudden change of light against his eyelids made them glow a furious red through his dreams. His dreams, of course, had consisted of the very words he had been practising reading — cat, bat, ball, fish, bird, book, and the like — and he found that he could associate them well with what they were. He had learnt quickly that he did indeed, enjoy learning. Yawning widely, the dark-haired D'Angelo rolled and slipped off of the couch effortlessly, stretching cat-like across the Persian rug that was just as dirty and worn as half of the things in the house.
But when he pushed open the ajar door to go outside, he hadn't expected to see Anu. She had been strangely absent, but he hadn't thought much about it. Naniko was no different and as it were, he was just as active and moving around as his siblings. He didn't know what they did and had gotten to that age where he also had little desire to follow after them unless they asked him to. But it still didn't stop him from greeting her with the same affection that he would have given his mother (and as it were, she was also in a way, another mother) and as he curtailed the distance between them on the porch with a wagging tail, he hooked his head over her shoulder.
“Good morning,” he groggily and quietly murmured to her.
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But just like a rooster stirring before the sunrise, he had come around as the first few rays of the fiery ball of warmth had started to shine through the window. It had hit him just right in the face to stir him, as the sudden change of light against his eyelids made them glow a furious red through his dreams. His dreams, of course, had consisted of the very words he had been practising reading — cat, bat, ball, fish, bird, book, and the like — and he found that he could associate them well with what they were. He had learnt quickly that he did indeed, enjoy learning. Yawning widely, the dark-haired D'Angelo rolled and slipped off of the couch effortlessly, stretching cat-like across the Persian rug that was just as dirty and worn as half of the things in the house.
But when he pushed open the ajar door to go outside, he hadn't expected to see Anu. She had been strangely absent, but he hadn't thought much about it. Naniko was no different and as it were, he was just as active and moving around as his siblings. He didn't know what they did and had gotten to that age where he also had little desire to follow after them unless they asked him to. But it still didn't stop him from greeting her with the same affection that he would have given his mother (and as it were, she was also in a way, another mother) and as he curtailed the distance between them on the porch with a wagging tail, he hooked his head over her shoulder.
“Good morning,” he groggily and quietly murmured to her.