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He was disappointed. The boy had attempted to seek out Lubomir earlier that same day, but had not been told before now that the man had left the pack and his aunt. Conor and Mew was not particularly close (she seemed a bit scary, to be honest), but he thought that he would want to go visit her and see if he could do anything to ease the pain the woman most certainly felt by being left behind. Conor knew too well how it was to stand left in the dark, abandoned and cold. Catalyst had disappeared, and for a moment it had seemed his heart had gone with her. Luckily, Alexey’s presence and care (as always) had managed to get him up and going again without heavy mourning for the girl with the pretty eyes and ivory doll face. Conor was young, he did not know what true love was.
The young male had hoped that uncle Lubomir could have taught him to read today, but that was completely out of the question now. Instead Conor had attempted to take this into his own hands, and was now sitting at the borders, perhaps hoping for some smart individual to pass by so that he could receive help. He very much doubted it would happen, but Dahlia members went in and out, and perhaps it would be his lucky day for once. For now, the boy mostly looked in picture books, but there was a little pile of slightly more advanced books scattered next to him. The boy was sitting beneath a great tree close to the old human graveyard in south-western part of Dahlia de Mai. The only danger the boy was aware of by being at the border was that his father could find him, as the demonic Lilium was a loyal patrol. Luckily it seemed like his father preferred to ignore his son these days, so whenever the two had come across each other these last months, Haku had just walked by without dignifying him with as much as a gaze. Conor appreciated being invisible.
Apple, the book said. The letters were large and fat under a big picture of a red apple. The boy started at the letters and tried to remember them, how they looked. He wanted to learn to write too, but first he had to learn to read. An ear flickered lazily as a creature noisily leapt through the tall, golden grass to sit by his side. The boy had decided to set the little fox free after it had fully healed, but had discovered that the animal seemed to enjoy his company still. It was free to come and go as it wanted to, but Conor still fed it because he was uncertain if the animal knew how to do so on its own. Perhaps he should start to try to take it out on hunting trips when he started to hunt more himself, so that it could watch and learn. If it wanted to, that was. Lilac eyes turned to the orange and white animal, and he gently scratched its ear with a finger, smiling as he did so.
He was disappointed. The boy had attempted to seek out Lubomir earlier that same day, but had not been told before now that the man had left the pack and his aunt. Conor and Mew was not particularly close (she seemed a bit scary, to be honest), but he thought that he would want to go visit her and see if he could do anything to ease the pain the woman most certainly felt by being left behind. Conor knew too well how it was to stand left in the dark, abandoned and cold. Catalyst had disappeared, and for a moment it had seemed his heart had gone with her. Luckily, Alexey’s presence and care (as always) had managed to get him up and going again without heavy mourning for the girl with the pretty eyes and ivory doll face. Conor was young, he did not know what true love was.
The young male had hoped that uncle Lubomir could have taught him to read today, but that was completely out of the question now. Instead Conor had attempted to take this into his own hands, and was now sitting at the borders, perhaps hoping for some smart individual to pass by so that he could receive help. He very much doubted it would happen, but Dahlia members went in and out, and perhaps it would be his lucky day for once. For now, the boy mostly looked in picture books, but there was a little pile of slightly more advanced books scattered next to him. The boy was sitting beneath a great tree close to the old human graveyard in south-western part of Dahlia de Mai. The only danger the boy was aware of by being at the border was that his father could find him, as the demonic Lilium was a loyal patrol. Luckily it seemed like his father preferred to ignore his son these days, so whenever the two had come across each other these last months, Haku had just walked by without dignifying him with as much as a gaze. Conor appreciated being invisible.
Apple, the book said. The letters were large and fat under a big picture of a red apple. The boy started at the letters and tried to remember them, how they looked. He wanted to learn to write too, but first he had to learn to read. An ear flickered lazily as a creature noisily leapt through the tall, golden grass to sit by his side. The boy had decided to set the little fox free after it had fully healed, but had discovered that the animal seemed to enjoy his company still. It was free to come and go as it wanted to, but Conor still fed it because he was uncertain if the animal knew how to do so on its own. Perhaps he should start to try to take it out on hunting trips when he started to hunt more himself, so that it could watch and learn. If it wanted to, that was. Lilac eyes turned to the orange and white animal, and he gently scratched its ear with a finger, smiling as he did so.