04-02-2008, 10:54 PM
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The lightning seemed to be getting more frequent, and the world angrier and angrier. Beppe imagined that this spite was the reason that the raindrops were getting harder and heavier, and the sky darker. The boy would have liked to know a lot of these spiritual things the Ari mentioned, and hoped that maybe once they found shelter he could tell him more. Beppe's mother had taught him many important things, but the boy was sure that she didn't know about what lightning was or the anger that followed it.
It was strange to think about how fast time could go. In the excitement of the storm the Italian wolf had forgotten that his mother had disappeared a few weeks ago. Perhaps the things he had learned from her by now was all that he would ever learn. A tightness borne from an anxiousness darker than the broiling clouds above them settled in his chest. "I see," he said softly, perhaps soft enough that Ari didn't hear him, and kept close to the other's side.
His new friend found a place to stay, and Beppe ducked in after him. The muffled stillness in the small cranny was so strange compared to the thundering rain outside, the air so warm and heavy. The worried knot inside of him remained, and so he sat silently for now. He was sure there was no way to subdue the spirits that were jumping from world to world; all they could really do was wait out the storm. on the side of the ghost and the King |