Feizin
October 11, 2017, 04:04:17 PM
[thread from .org I will reply next week]
A fire had begun burning within her. A fire hard to distinguish for flames were getting oxygen with her every breath and fuel by every word she heard. She was learning, she was getting the teaching she needed and with every thing she learned of it all the more she grew into an adult by mind. She knew of heathens, red dragons, the ranks and some of those who held the ranks. She didn’t need anything but this and it was all that interested her, consumed her even.
She had learned her lesson to stay from the tar pits, and instead she was sitting by the trees near her home and touching the grass with her front paws, lying on her stomach she stretched her front toes to let the soft grass in between each toe before moving it down toward the ground and watch the grass almost rise in height. She lifted her eyes from the grass and watched the empty den area wallowing in a slope with trees to shade them from the burning heat.
The others were gone, her siblings no doubt exploring the surrounding territory and playing games she wasn’t invited to join (and had no interesting in being invited to), while her appearance resembled that of a child’s, there was not much left of her mind that did. She had learned of the red dragon and her heathens, how heathens burned in the afterlight and what awaited those that turned against the light of the rosas. She was slightly terrified of it all, but oddly satisfied about their faith.
It was still midday when small light footsteps came nearby and Fei didn’t bother looking in their direction. ”They are all out.” No visitor would come for her and especially not children. She had made no friends of those her own age and maybe that was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t, she would judge, she would come to learn their true purpose and intentions and then she would know if it was all for good or bad. She stood up and turned around to find that whomever had come by hadn’t left yet.
A fire had begun burning within her. A fire hard to distinguish for flames were getting oxygen with her every breath and fuel by every word she heard. She was learning, she was getting the teaching she needed and with every thing she learned of it all the more she grew into an adult by mind. She knew of heathens, red dragons, the ranks and some of those who held the ranks. She didn’t need anything but this and it was all that interested her, consumed her even.
She had learned her lesson to stay from the tar pits, and instead she was sitting by the trees near her home and touching the grass with her front paws, lying on her stomach she stretched her front toes to let the soft grass in between each toe before moving it down toward the ground and watch the grass almost rise in height. She lifted her eyes from the grass and watched the empty den area wallowing in a slope with trees to shade them from the burning heat.
The others were gone, her siblings no doubt exploring the surrounding territory and playing games she wasn’t invited to join (and had no interesting in being invited to), while her appearance resembled that of a child’s, there was not much left of her mind that did. She had learned of the red dragon and her heathens, how heathens burned in the afterlight and what awaited those that turned against the light of the rosas. She was slightly terrified of it all, but oddly satisfied about their faith.
It was still midday when small light footsteps came nearby and Fei didn’t bother looking in their direction. ”They are all out.” No visitor would come for her and especially not children. She had made no friends of those her own age and maybe that was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t, she would judge, she would come to learn their true purpose and intentions and then she would know if it was all for good or bad. She stood up and turned around to find that whomever had come by hadn’t left yet.