Pretty Colors
04-08-2015, 11:18 AM
Naoise would feel his heart give a pang of doubt, of wanting to just run away when his sister opened her eyes. He was afraid to face her, to speak to her and try and build a bond of friendship, of siblingship, when for so long he had pushed her away out of his life. He would swallow hard, giving an awkward shuffle of his paws. Man this was really hard... But he wanted to mend what was damaged before it became fully broken. “I was wondering if you might like to talk a walk with me or something.” The boy would ask gently. “I’d really like to talk to you today. That is... If you don’t mind...” |
| Table by:: Shelby |