Jan 22 2016, 10:09 AM
Lazarus didn't know why, but they were attracted to the smell of the rain. They didn't know what rain was, they barely knew what earth was, but there was something about that smell that suggested magic to them, that resonated with all the good things in the world. So, wandering the tunnels around Eridanus, Laz had decided to indulge the scent that wafted so seductively from the mossy room, and follow their nose.
And what a lush, fascinating place it was.
It was hard to keep the wonder from their face. They tried, nevertheless, replacing the wide-eyed glory-awed stare they wanted to wear with a version of a curious scowl-- even at this young age, Lazarus didn't trust the eyes of strangers, didn't want to be naked in their view. Emotions were deep things, to be kept inside and private, away from those who might use them against a person, delved into when nobody was looking. They weren't a public spectacle, even when surrounded by something so magical, so lush.
Small in the verdant landscape, the fluffy little kitten crept forward curiously, scowling furiously at all the new-new-new-beautifully-new things even while internally they marveled. Only the gaping ledge of the fern trench made them stop abruptly, a foot from the edge, eyes wide-- they almost hadn't seen it, they almost had fallen over. Stiff-tailed, stiff-limbed, they crept even slightly forward, terrified and fascinated by the trench so suddenly bisecting the room.
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And what a lush, fascinating place it was.
It was hard to keep the wonder from their face. They tried, nevertheless, replacing the wide-eyed glory-awed stare they wanted to wear with a version of a curious scowl-- even at this young age, Lazarus didn't trust the eyes of strangers, didn't want to be naked in their view. Emotions were deep things, to be kept inside and private, away from those who might use them against a person, delved into when nobody was looking. They weren't a public spectacle, even when surrounded by something so magical, so lush.
Small in the verdant landscape, the fluffy little kitten crept forward curiously, scowling furiously at all the new-new-new-beautifully-new things even while internally they marveled. Only the gaping ledge of the fern trench made them stop abruptly, a foot from the edge, eyes wide-- they almost hadn't seen it, they almost had fallen over. Stiff-tailed, stiff-limbed, they crept even slightly forward, terrified and fascinated by the trench so suddenly bisecting the room.
((Joining thread for Guardians!))