Only a matter of time
02-19-2014, 04:21 AM
Sarak |
Sarak?s muzzle pulled into a smile at the boy?s answer. The mismatched blue and green eyes rested on him as he spoke, before turning back to he water. Sarak looked back to it as well, one ear cocking to take in Kismet?s question. Sarak pondered on that for a moment. Then answered. ?It?s big,? He said, turning his eyes to the boys. ?Big, and wide? Some places, it?s cold all year ?round, and others are hot, and not a wet hot like here. Dry hot, where it feels as though you may die without water, and you could. There are places covered in grass taller than I am, or even your mama.? A smile pulled at his muzzle. ?One day, you?ll see it, when you?re old enough to cross the water without your mama panicking.? One moss green eye winked down at the boy as he finished speaking. ?I?m Sarak, by the way.? He added, not sure if Azalea had told her sons about him. |