fishing with grandpa
11-03-2014, 09:12 PM
The boy had kept himself fed, relaxed, healthy, if there was anything wrong it was that he hadn't slept right in what felt like ages. Kylar had placed him and his brother in the same den together, Amarant always making sure that he laid to thee other side and stayed awake almost all night making sure that Colten didn't inch his way over. Well really, as much as he truly wanted to sleep, he couldn't. It was either a nightmare or a soothing happy memory of his mother. He wasn't so cold to completely disown Colten, but when they two entered the den at night it was silent. Even if his brother spoke a simple hello, there would be nothing returned. Pale Emeralds showed through tiny slits, tired but still alive. He would hear Kylar rumble softly, asking him to come and he wouldn't hesitate. He was doing much better than Colten, though he was probably a main cause of his health. Amarant just wasn't ready. He would exit, looking up to his grandfather obviously much taller but he would soon be reaching full height and looking not too far up. He would let a tiny smile hit his lips in response, though he wasn't completely okay still. He was glad to be here and be with Kylar. Though others might think he was brainwashed and demented for wanting such things after the man just popped in and decided to steal them from someone who knew them much better. He wouldn't speak a word, and if he did he wasn't quite sure what to call the man. Grandpa didn't sound right, either did pop or pa. What the heck was he suppose to call a man anyway? He never had a grandmother either so it wasn't just simple enough to go by that. Anyway, he was eager to go wherever Kylar had planned, he would be thrilled no matter who the man was to him. Walk "Talk" Think |