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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2015 6:47 pm
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αgє fσur ❖ σrphαn ❖ αrtíst αt hєαrt
líttlє σnє whєn чσu plαч,❖ dσn't чσu mínd whαt thєч sαч.❖ lєt thσsє єчєs spαrklє αnd shínє,❖ nєvєr α tєαr, вαвч σf mínє.❖
The orphanage was on another field trip, this time to the forest. Driskol liked the forest, because it was always pretty, even when it was early morning. He'd been wandering with the group for what seemed like forever, and he sat beside a tree for just a minute and they were all gone! Now he was all alone. After waiting by the tree for a while, he wandered in the direction he was sure they had gone off. After wandering for a while, the boy tripped on his shoelaces and fell to the ground, scuffing his knees and hands. He sat up and whimpered, tears in his dark eyes.
❖frσm чσur hєαd dσwn tσ чσur tσєs, ❖чσu'rє nσt much, gσσdnєss knσws. ❖вut чσu'rє sσ prєcíσus tσ mє, ❖swєєt αs cαn вє, вαвч σf mínє.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 3:31 pm
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αgє fσur ❖ σrphαn ❖ αrtíst αt hєαrt
líttlє σnє whєn чσu plαч,❖ dσn't чσu mínd whαt thєч sαч.❖ lєt thσsє єчєs spαrklє αnd shínє,❖ nєvєr α tєαr, вαвч σf mínє.❖
Dris wiped his eyes, tears still shining on his lashes. He heard humming and looked around, sobbing quietly. A kid about his age peeped out and asked why Dris was crying if he wasn't hurt. "I am hurt! My handsies and kneeses are bweedin'!" He sniffled, a bit offended that the kid thought him to be faking it! He wiped his eyes again, then saw the other boy's little cut and gasped. "You is hurt?! How you get hurt?!" He felt bad for the other kid, but decided he'd be okay, since he wasn't crying. The other boy asked if Dris was lost, so the brunette nodded, hoping for help. "I am lost! How did you know?! I gots ta get back to my gwoup!" He pointed off in one direction, but he had no honest idea if that was the right way. He just wanted to make sure he had a place to sleep that night.
❖frσm чσur hєαd dσwn tσ чσur tσєs, ❖чσu'rє nσt much, gσσdnєss knσws. ❖вut чσu'rє sσ prєcíσus tσ mє, ❖swєєt αs cαn вє, вαвч σf mínє.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 6:52 pm
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Rhy made a small scoffing laugh at the boy's insistence he was hurt. And when Dris asked about Rhy's hurt hand he crossed his arms straightening up and said, "Pixie bite. Bleedin' too. Me? No cry." He repeated stubbornly.
When the boy nodded about the question for being lost and asked how he knew, Rhy began laughing. "My forest! All mine!" Rhy laughed raising his hands up triumphantly. "Trees tell me stuff."
Smirking, Rhy pointed to his left and said "Left way" and then pointed right "Right way". Still smirking he added, "Not group way, though."
The boy paused for a moment and held out his hand that was still bleeding a bit from the pixie bite, "Rhy. King of forest!" He wasn't the king, but Rhett thought it would be great to puff himself up as one. Besides, he knew the forest well. Besides wood nymphs-which were sort of trees- did tell him stuff. Well other wizards too, but the nymphs were more talkative to him usually because of his mum being one of them.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 6:28 pm
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αgє fσur ❖ σrphαn ❖ αrtíst αt hєαrt
líttlє σnє whєn чσu plαч,❖ dσn't чσu mínd whαt thєч sαч.❖ lєt thσsє єчєs spαrklє αnd shínє,❖ nєvєr α tєαr, вαвч σf mínє.❖
Dris looked at the other boy, then at his finger. He said it had come from a pixie! Those... those weren't real... right? He wiped his eyes a bit more, then sniffled. "You no cry, but I do! I got real hurt!" He crossed his arms, frowning. He was lost and scared, but at least he wasn't alone anymore. Then again, he didn't know this kid! What if he was a kidnapper! Dris didn't even want to nap! The kid laughed and said stuff about left and right, but Dris didn't know them apart very well. When he said he wasn't going the group's way, the brunette stamped a foot. "I need ta go group way though! I gots to get house again!" He pouted, looking upset. The kid called himself Rhy, king of the forest, so Driskol grinned. "I'm Dwiskol! I'm a artist!" He smiled, pulling his favorite color of paint from one of his pockets, smiling at the pretty blue-green color. He bounced on his feet again, pain all but forgotten.
❖frσm чσur hєαd dσwn tσ чσur tσєs, ❖чσu'rє nσt much, gσσdnєss knσws. ❖вut чσu'rє sσ prєcíσus tσ mє, ❖swєєt αs cαn вє, вαвч σf mínє.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 4:17 pm
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αgє fσur ❖ σrphαn ❖ αrtíst αt hєαrt
líttlє σnє whєn чσu plαч,❖ dσn't чσu mínd whαt thєч sαч.❖ lєt thσsє єчєs spαrklє αnd shínє,❖ nєvєr α tєαr, вαвч σf mínє.❖
Dris blinked when Rhy asked why he wanted to go home, then said home was boring and his parents liked outside. "I don't have a mummy and daddy. I live at the orfnige." He sniffled his nose, but he didn't feel too badly. There were a lot of kids with no mommies and daddies! Surely he'd get parents before he got old and wrinkly. Rhy talked about his kingdom and said he'd let Dris in. He said the group looked boring, and the brunette frowned. "They my family! I gots to go with them!" He tucked his paint in his pocket, then frowned and crossed his arms.
❖frσm чσur hєαd dσwn tσ чσur tσєs, ❖чσu'rє nσt much, gσσdnєss knσws. ❖вut чσu'rє sσ prєcíσus tσ mє, ❖swєєt αs cαn вє, вαвч σf mínє.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 6:53 pm
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αgє fσur ❖ σrphαn ❖ αrtíst αt hєαrt
líttlє σnє whєn чσu plαч,❖ dσn't чσu mínd whαt thєч sαч.❖ lєt thσsє єчєs spαrklє αnd shínє,❖ nєvєr α tєαr, вαвч σf mínє.❖
Dris nodded when the other boy asked about the orphanage. "Orfnige. We live together 'til we gets 'dopted by mommies and daddies that want kiddies." He nodded, wondering if the boy knew what that meant. Rhy had a mommy and daddy, so it wasn't likely. Rhy said he had family in the trees, with faeries and pixies and stuff. He looked a bit nervous, but he pat a tree, worried it might bite him. "Trees is family? My family is people. Miss 'Teffi and Mister Lukey help us do all kinds of stuff! They're really nice! They don't even hide in trees!" He grinned, hoping the boy was right about the trees guiding him back to his group before he got in big trouble, or worse, got left behind.
❖frσm чσur hєαd dσwn tσ чσur tσєs, ❖чσu'rє nσt much, gσσdnєss knσws. ❖вut чσu'rє sσ prєcíσus tσ mє, ❖swєєt αs cαn вє, вαвч σf mínє.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 7:34 pm
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αgє fσur ❖ σrphαn ❖ αrtíst αt hєαrt
líttlє σnє whєn чσu plαч,❖ dσn't чσu mínd whαt thєч sαч.❖ lєt thσsє єчєs spαrklє αnd shínє,❖ nєvєr α tєαr, вαвч σf mínє.❖
Driskol nodded excitedly when the other boy mentioned being adopted himself, but then sighed and scrunched up his nose at the thought of his mummy being a tree. "Mummy can't be trees! That's goofy!" He put his fists on his hips, trying to mimic an authoritative stance. When Rhy called him and the group blind, Dris gasped, looking offended. "I not blind! I got good eyeballs! You are a meanie-britches!" He sniffled, bottom lip quivering. He wasn't blind and trees were meanies too! When Rhy told him to go away, and said he was banished, tears filled Dris' eyes. He didn't know how to get back! What if he got eaten?! "No! No please! You gots to help me find my fwiends! I don't know where they are!" He started sobbing, falling to a sit on the ground, before burying his head in his hands to cry.
❖frσm чσur hєαd dσwn tσ чσur tσєs, ❖чσu'rє nσt much, gσσdnєss knσws. ❖вut чσu'rє sσ prєcíσus tσ mє, ❖swєєt αs cαn вє, вαвч σf mínє.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 6:21 pm
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αgє fσur ❖ σrphαn ❖ αrtíst αt hєαrt
líttlє σnє whєn чσu plαч,❖ dσn't чσu mínd whαt thєч sαч.❖ lєt thσsє єчєs spαrklє αnd shínє,❖ nєvєr α tєαr, вαвч σf mínє.❖
Driskol narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. Rhy was, again, claiming to be a tree-baby! "Trees are only mommies to squirrels and nuts!" He huffed, watching the boy grow angry. When the black haired boy said Dris was blind AND rude, the older boy stamped his feet. "I am not! I can see perfect! I see that you're a weirdo!" He just wanted to go home, but this kid thought he was a tree! He was far to short to be a tree. Maybe he was a stump. He moved to put his hands on his hips, then he leaned against a tree. When told to apologize to the tree before he would be directed to his group. He sighed, then nodded. "I'm sorry, mister tree..." He pat the tree's bark, then looked at Rhy with a pout.
❖frσm чσur hєαd dσwn tσ чσur tσєs, ❖чσu'rє nσt much, gσσdnєss knσws. ❖вut чσu'rє sσ prєcíσus tσ mє, ❖swєєt αs cαn вє, вαвч σf mínє.
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