It's a beautiful day for a show, kid, said the old grey wolf with a smile that consumed his whole muzzle. Even his eyes crinkled at the corners, a sight that make Lucas tug his own cheeks into a sunny grin. What say you lead it today?
Squinting against the bright autumn sunlight, Lucas let his face relax into an easy smile while he mulled over the memory and strode down the stony beach. Some might say he was romanticizing a situation that was, by anyone else's definition, abhorrent. But he had gone willingly, misled or not, and every member of the troupe occupied a fond place in his memories even if their means of acquiring new members was questionable. All but Holga, though he believed she was just acting. Luc believed in the inherent goodness of everyone, even the crone.
He was drawn back to the present by the cold wash of sea water over his toes, and remembered that he was alone now. There had been a bad storm four nights before and the troupe wound up scattered. Lucas had been with Holga at first, but the arthritic old bat was injured and hadn't been able to keep up. Now he was alone, searching for the remnants of the circus and not knowing where to start. That didn't get him down, though; Lucas looked the part of an easygoing and confident young traveler who knew exactly where he was, though his surroundings were wholly unfamiliar.
Squinting against the bright autumn sunlight, Lucas let his face relax into an easy smile while he mulled over the memory and strode down the stony beach. Some might say he was romanticizing a situation that was, by anyone else's definition, abhorrent. But he had gone willingly, misled or not, and every member of the troupe occupied a fond place in his memories even if their means of acquiring new members was questionable. All but Holga, though he believed she was just acting. Luc believed in the inherent goodness of everyone, even the crone.
He was drawn back to the present by the cold wash of sea water over his toes, and remembered that he was alone now. There had been a bad storm four nights before and the troupe wound up scattered. Lucas had been with Holga at first, but the arthritic old bat was injured and hadn't been able to keep up. Now he was alone, searching for the remnants of the circus and not knowing where to start. That didn't get him down, though; Lucas looked the part of an easygoing and confident young traveler who knew exactly where he was, though his surroundings were wholly unfamiliar.
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I miss chasing down the morning light and all those sleepless nights - by Lucas - October 22, 2018, 09:35 PM
RE: I miss chasing down the morning night and all those sleepless light - by Reigi - October 22, 2018, 09:56 PM
RE: I miss chasing down the morning night and all those sleepless light - by Lucas - October 22, 2018, 11:11 PM
RE: I miss chasing down the morning light and all those sleepless nights - by Reigi - October 24, 2018, 07:27 PM
RE: I miss chasing down the morning light and all those sleepless nights - by Lucas - October 24, 2018, 10:53 PM
RE: I miss chasing down the morning light and all those sleepless nights - by Reigi - October 30, 2018, 07:05 PM
RE: I miss chasing down the morning light and all those sleepless nights - by Lucas - October 30, 2018, 11:09 PM