i thought of angels choking on their halos

*Lark* · (This post was last modified: 04-17-2015, 10:08 AM by Lark.)

The rapids were a comforting place for him. The current of rushing water was familiar and calming, and Lark found himself resting near them often. Tonight was no exception. He'd crept from the den he'd begun to dig out of the earth, wandering aimlessly beneath the moonlight. The silence that lay heavy over the lands of Abaven made him feel quite peaceful, and the nine-month-old boy was content to wander to his hearts content, though he kept close to the rapids.

After some time, he caught the outline of a stranger against the shimmering moonlight, and his brows furrowed in curiosity. Only when he heard her speak was he certain he wasn't seeing things. 'Guide me,' she said, and he'd lope forward a bit quicker, curious. "Going somewhere or something?" came his brash question, wondering who she was talking to. A brief look around only further proved she was talking to nobody, or maybe herself. The boy's nose would wrinkle slightly. "Why are you talking to yourself?"

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