Best days are still ahead of us.
05-11-2014, 06:24 AM
The mocha boy would finish his string of words, and the golden boy would reply, telling of his own losses, but not going into detail. Perhaps he wanted to keep that as a secret for now. He would not push the envelope as his honey gaze would turn up and look at the boy's ochre gaze. Was there really any loss in him? It did not seem like it, yet, if you loose someone, you try to smile for the world, but you just can't, swallowed up by grief. He would give a slow nod, accepting his words, then looking back forward. "Maybe I should try and forget my past, and perhaps if I find them, I find them. I am sure that more than my sister has survived the crossing and the disaster." Honey gaze would soften as he spoke, his brows lowering, as he would lightly sigh, his crown rising again to gaze skyward at the stone mountain. The waterfall would crash on the rock, creating a melodic rhythm of the crashing falls and hallow noises of water on stone. He would push himself up, stepping into the waters, cold shooting up his pillars as he would wade into the pool, toward the falls, where he would go about it, standing there to stare at the hidden side of the falls. Was there a cave? He would gaze inside. Walk, "Talk," 'Think' |