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12-24-2015, 11:29 PM
kid
Mother said to sit, to stay. I laugh at her, thinking that I would listen! I'm going to be king some day, so I need to know the land I'm going to be ruling. I want to survey my subjects, and besides, if mother gets to go so should I. I keep her within my sight, hurrying behind her with the subtlety of an elephant, but somehow she does not notice my loud steps or pants. Maybe those annoying bells are loud enough for her not to hear? My pace quickens and I feel the crunch of (what's this?) beneath my feet, wonderful and odd. I jump, my hooves sinking even deeper, I push my nose into it and throw it around. Whatever this is, I demand more of it! It melts under the pressure of my breath, and I like that, because some day I will do that with horses, with lives. Today, I will just enjoy the snow and continue my pursuit of mother.
What greets me is more than what I expected, a crowd of unfamiliar faces all focused on the same thing. Some are leaving with items, others linger in hopes of receiving them. Hesitant, I push myself forward and poke my nose out, sniffing at the sharp smells and overwhelming bodies. Voices clash and there are children and adults alike, all here for the same purpose. I hear the bells, silver and delicate, tinkling on the back of something massive and gentle looking, a turtle famous in Helovia for his kindness and generosity. Whatever he has, I want it for myself. I march forward, voice a mere squeak compared to some of the adults. "Want!" I am not impressive, and my single word is weak but at least I expressed my desires. I come for gifts and nothing but, and so does mother I assume.
"Talk."
What greets me is more than what I expected, a crowd of unfamiliar faces all focused on the same thing. Some are leaving with items, others linger in hopes of receiving them. Hesitant, I push myself forward and poke my nose out, sniffing at the sharp smells and overwhelming bodies. Voices clash and there are children and adults alike, all here for the same purpose. I hear the bells, silver and delicate, tinkling on the back of something massive and gentle looking, a turtle famous in Helovia for his kindness and generosity. Whatever he has, I want it for myself. I march forward, voice a mere squeak compared to some of the adults. "Want!" I am not impressive, and my single word is weak but at least I expressed my desires. I come for gifts and nothing but, and so does mother I assume.
"Talk."
the boy bandit king
