Jan 24 2016, 03:32 PM
(Cay is so wise, lmao)
Fritz jumped a little when Cayenne started speaking again, taking him out of his trance. and he turned around to fix his attention on the lemur. Her voice was so soft. She was the opposite of what he had known up to now, the hard walls of the cave, the void company of the spiders. Whilst the flower bloomed from her head, he squinted and he grabbed it lightly, and looked at the flower very closely from all angles, almost as if trying to see the trick. The flower was fragile and small but he nudged it anyway, making it curve a little.
"You are a creator then." He whispered loudly in the middle of her speaking, his voice echoing and probably distrupting the peacefulness. He continued to listen then onwards.
-'that doesn't make it bad. It's just trying to live.'
Those words stuck with him, and he observed as one of the little spiders crawled down from his fur and onto the solid ground. He recognised that did have an overwhelming feeling to crush it, like he had seen Cayenne did, but he understood why she did it. This one was just minding it's own business, and so he did nothing. The lemur had hugged him tighter and he instinctively nestled into her, watching the gorge through her fur.
As he stared wide-eyed around Monoceros, he thought that all this philosophical talk was all so complex. Surely it was simpler than this? He hoped it wouldn't get even more complicated. He didn't like thinking. But he continued to ask these questions so he could listen to Cayenne's meoldic voice - so there'd be a sound.
"I think you're good." He mumbled, "And what about your teacher, are they good?... I think everyone must be good, even if they don't act it, they're just confused."
Fritz touched large Moss Agate gem on his throat, his clawed hand slightly scratching on the surface, paying attention to the abrasive noise it made. So breakable. Like the spiders. How different were they? He side-glanced at Cayenne’s finger, where her gem was positioned, and went to do the same. However, he stopped when he looked at her expression – strong, calm. She looked like she knew stuff he didn’t.
He stopped fidgeting then, and instead watched what he could see of unruly the twister from the position he was in. It's powerful force, almost omnipotent, overwhelmed his thoughts, knowing that there may be things stronger than it.
And for the first time since he had hatched he felt… scared.
@Cayenne
Fritz jumped a little when Cayenne started speaking again, taking him out of his trance. and he turned around to fix his attention on the lemur. Her voice was so soft. She was the opposite of what he had known up to now, the hard walls of the cave, the void company of the spiders. Whilst the flower bloomed from her head, he squinted and he grabbed it lightly, and looked at the flower very closely from all angles, almost as if trying to see the trick. The flower was fragile and small but he nudged it anyway, making it curve a little.
"You are a creator then." He whispered loudly in the middle of her speaking, his voice echoing and probably distrupting the peacefulness. He continued to listen then onwards.
-'that doesn't make it bad. It's just trying to live.'
Those words stuck with him, and he observed as one of the little spiders crawled down from his fur and onto the solid ground. He recognised that did have an overwhelming feeling to crush it, like he had seen Cayenne did, but he understood why she did it. This one was just minding it's own business, and so he did nothing. The lemur had hugged him tighter and he instinctively nestled into her, watching the gorge through her fur.
As he stared wide-eyed around Monoceros, he thought that all this philosophical talk was all so complex. Surely it was simpler than this? He hoped it wouldn't get even more complicated. He didn't like thinking. But he continued to ask these questions so he could listen to Cayenne's meoldic voice - so there'd be a sound.
"I think you're good." He mumbled, "And what about your teacher, are they good?... I think everyone must be good, even if they don't act it, they're just confused."
Fritz touched large Moss Agate gem on his throat, his clawed hand slightly scratching on the surface, paying attention to the abrasive noise it made. So breakable. Like the spiders. How different were they? He side-glanced at Cayenne’s finger, where her gem was positioned, and went to do the same. However, he stopped when he looked at her expression – strong, calm. She looked like she knew stuff he didn’t.
He stopped fidgeting then, and instead watched what he could see of unruly the twister from the position he was in. It's powerful force, almost omnipotent, overwhelmed his thoughts, knowing that there may be things stronger than it.
And for the first time since he had hatched he felt… scared.
@Cayenne