Almost There
12-07-2014, 10:45 PM
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Orange eyes scanned the marshlands, looking for a particular plant he briefly was taught about not long ago. Head was held low, sweeping from left to right. What was it called again? Something with a D. Dande, Lione, Dandulee? The boy shook his head gently, trying to reorganize his thoughts while also making sure he didn't give himself a worse headache than he already had from his illness. Paws carried the growing boy, weaving between a small cluster if tightly coiled trees, squeezing through the little gap.
“Dandelion!” He barked suddenly, a flock of small birds taking off quickly after his outburst, startled by the noise. Hercules paused to watch the feathered creatures circle around before landing on a branch a couple feet away, causin a small smirk to form briefly on his face before quickly fading at the turning of his stomach. He groaned, eyes closing momentarily to take a deep breath. His mother had said Dandelions grew in their home, so he should be able to find them, shouldn't he? “speech” |