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Private for Dray. Hover over sentence for translations! And sorry if this beginning is a little rusty, wasn't sure how to start it out. xD Word Count: 357im buchstaben
Down at the harbor, Catalyst dangled her lithe and petite ivory legs off the pier, kicking them back and forth in somewhat of a rhythmic motion. Watching with dual hued eyes as fish swam tepid beneath her shadow that casted down upon the surface, the fish jutted away with every motion that the young female took, in which her shadow happened to mimic her actions, making the fish timid that her shadow would be doomed to catch hold of one. She wished she had some sort of fishing mechanism, perhaps a tool to manipulate a hook and string, so she could catch one for herself. Seeing as how there were no real useful tools around (there was the stock of a broken pole nearby, but the spinner and line were missing), Catalyst figured she would be just as content to watch them swim by. “Das leben sucht nach Ihnen zu einfach…”
She said, giving a little bit of a laugh to herself, and smirking slightly. There was a quality about those fish that Catalyst perhaps envied, but couldn’t put together the connotation of the word or feeling just yet. She was only two months old, but learning fast. Faster than she should be, and that not only went for herself, but for her siblings as well. Realizing things that those at her age shouldn’t possibly know, enduring things that should be forbidden to those of her age group. A bit of a dangerous combination indeed.
However, Catalyst really didn’t appear that phased about the current events that led her here, although there was an absent dwelling of what felt like sinking ache in her heart. Her apparent feelings weren’t as open as Catharsis, and certainly not as suspicious as Roulette’s , but it was still there. On this afternoon, however, Catalyst would let that linger in the throes of her subconscious, as her piercing eyes full of intended interest and speculation, were glaring down into the murky waters, trying to figure out a method for the time being (and to pass the time by herself) to snag a fish without soiling her fur.
