Wessex
His voice stops her in her tracks. There’s definitely a moment when Wessex considers acting like an Attuned rather than a wild creature (or rather, what she thinks a fox would do), but in the end self-preservation wins. The fox starts, skittering backwards like it’s been bitten by something and crouching low to the ground, mouth open, panting. Its ears flicker back and forth towards the kid as it pauses, as if it might stay. As if it might, somehow, understand the words.
Alas, it doesn’t. It’s just a city fox, more used to people than most. It turns tail on the boy and runs back to the protection of a group of trees and an enclosure, disappearing into the rest of the Celestine.
{Fin}
Alas, it doesn’t. It’s just a city fox, more used to people than most. It turns tail on the boy and runs back to the protection of a group of trees and an enclosure, disappearing into the rest of the Celestine.
{Fin}
What is life? A madness
What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
