02-05-2008, 01:42 AM
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The five-month old felt it was time to spread his wings once again, to venture past the realms of the rules that had been laid before him by his parents as soon as he could understand them. Always in the back of his mind were the consequences of such ill behavior – he feared punishment, of course, but more, he feared that his father would disapprove of him. His mother was a lot less threatening simply because she was his mother, and he knew she would always be proud of him. But he wanted the bond between him and Phoenix to be just as strong, and he felt like it was slipping away from him. He was a cowardly boy, he saw that now. It pained him to think of what his father made of the way Kansas handled things.
He had been to the river territory once before, as a tiny child. Now, the boulders scattered about the banks seemed so much smaller and less threatening, and the rapids appeared less formidable as they tumbled hurriedly before him. He was more aware of the sights, sounds, and smells around him – so many shapes and colors, whereas before it had just been a mess of unknown objects. He understood better, and he almost forgot that he was going against the rules. Maybe they had changed – he didn’t know, a lot had been happening around Storm what with the avalanche and the scare with Ember. This possibility comforted him further, and he smiled as he sat upon a flat rock and stared into the water, absently trying to spot fish.
The five-month old felt it was time to spread his wings once again, to venture past the realms of the rules that had been laid before him by his parents as soon as he could understand them. Always in the back of his mind were the consequences of such ill behavior – he feared punishment, of course, but more, he feared that his father would disapprove of him. His mother was a lot less threatening simply because she was his mother, and he knew she would always be proud of him. But he wanted the bond between him and Phoenix to be just as strong, and he felt like it was slipping away from him. He was a cowardly boy, he saw that now. It pained him to think of what his father made of the way Kansas handled things.
He had been to the river territory once before, as a tiny child. Now, the boulders scattered about the banks seemed so much smaller and less threatening, and the rapids appeared less formidable as they tumbled hurriedly before him. He was more aware of the sights, sounds, and smells around him – so many shapes and colors, whereas before it had just been a mess of unknown objects. He understood better, and he almost forgot that he was going against the rules. Maybe they had changed – he didn’t know, a lot had been happening around Storm what with the avalanche and the scare with Ember. This possibility comforted him further, and he smiled as he sat upon a flat rock and stared into the water, absently trying to spot fish.