My, this journey is lively
08-24-2015, 01:47 AM
Starling could feel the buises forming along his back where the boy's weight had fallen, but he was most concerned for the flowers. Spring was gone, and there was only so much more time before fall and winter wiped it all out. Then where would he be? But even as he huffed, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the boy, he couldn't hold onto the anger for so long. The guilt was evident on the stranger's face, and despite the ache that was blossoming along his back, he couldn't feel too mad with the other boy. So with a heavy sigh he glanced away, his own ears pinned. "I-it's fine but...y-you should w-watch where you're g-going...next time." He said softly, his nose wrinkling before he glanced quickly back to the boy. He couldn't help but feel curious, however, as to why he managed to knock right into Starling, and why he had a rather peculiar branch with him. "Wh-what are you doing?" He asked lightly, tilting his head slightly as he glanced to the branch, noting the teeth marks and it's rather large size. Why was he even dragging it around? He looked back up at the boy, and up was the perfect word. For his entire life Starling had always felt gawky, with legs too long for the size of the rest of his body, but he had never felt short before, even to his father.
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