01-03-2010, 07:28 PM
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The boy was eager to hear what had challenges faced the adventurous young wolf, and curious to hear how he, with the aid of a helpful spirit, had overcome them. Gotham was, therefore, a little put out that Urma stopped their story there, but he listened to her words, and found her motives reasonable. The gap in her storytelling gave him a chance to feel the sleepiness that had been slowly creeping up on him, and he failed to stifle a yawn. Despite his alacrity, patience was a virtue that, fortunately, he had a drop of, and he accepted Urma's words. With a slight nod, he turned his gaze across the lake, its inky water shimmering beneath the light of the stars. In his imagination, which never seemed to rest, they were lamps beneath the water by which the fish talked or read. He wondered what the fish might be reading by such ethereal lights, and if there was a little boy fish that might have just heard a story, as well.
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Sounds good!
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The boy was eager to hear what had challenges faced the adventurous young wolf, and curious to hear how he, with the aid of a helpful spirit, had overcome them. Gotham was, therefore, a little put out that Urma stopped their story there, but he listened to her words, and found her motives reasonable. The gap in her storytelling gave him a chance to feel the sleepiness that had been slowly creeping up on him, and he failed to stifle a yawn. Despite his alacrity, patience was a virtue that, fortunately, he had a drop of, and he accepted Urma's words. With a slight nod, he turned his gaze across the lake, its inky water shimmering beneath the light of the stars. In his imagination, which never seemed to rest, they were lamps beneath the water by which the fish talked or read. He wondered what the fish might be reading by such ethereal lights, and if there was a little boy fish that might have just heard a story, as well.
When Urma drew closer to him, the boy remembered his manners and the gift he had just been given. "Thank you for the story," he said, looking up to the woman with sincere eyes. He knew that they hadn't come close to finishing the tale, but they had started it and it had required many words on her part. He was thankful for the time that they had spent by the lake and the breath the wolf had used to translate the stories the wind brought her. He spent his days romping around the lands, and it was nice to slow down at the end of the day with the wisdom of those who were older than him. He was, now, ready for a sleep, and just as Urma had said, it would be a deep and peaceful one.
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