Since the previous chapter was pretty long I decided to make this one a bit shorter.... Hope you enjoy :D
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It was dead quiet. Just Arian was still talking quietly. Karmisha started to close her eyes. Eunis carefully stood up. She went to the kitchen and took shallow wicker basket. When she returned to her room, she put the basket on the floor next to the bed. Then she looked to closet and took some blankets. Karmisha already fell asleep. Eunis quietly gestured for him to put her in there. He nodded and gently laid her in the basket. They sneaked out of the room and closed the door. They sat on the doorstep of the front door.
“Thank you very much. Without you, she could die.” Arian said quietly.
Eunis smiled little: “It was nothing. If you didn´t bring her I wouldn´t be able to help.” Then she frowned little bit. “Anyway… what were you saying her?”
Arian was looking forward. His face was sad: “That was part of my mom´s lullaby. She sang it to me before sleep.” He hardly holds tears.
“What happened?”
Arian wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and smiled sweetly. “Nothing.” Eunis saw sadness in his eyes, but she smiled back anyway. Arian stood and looked up at the sky. “There is still lot of time till the lunch. What if I teach you the next dance? “
“Sounds good.” Eunis also stood and followed Ariana way to a nearby clearing.
“Don´t laugh at me! That´s not funny.” Eunis shout him down. Arian was writhed with laughter. Eunis stood up and offended crossed her arms over her chest. “Sorry. Try again. “ he encouraged her once he caught his breath. Eunis sighed and tried unsuccessful part of the dance. But at the same part she tripped over again and fell down.
“See? I told you.” She said sadly and sat down.
“It´s not anything hard. The beginning is the same as from the before. And then you won´t go forward here, but you take two steps back. Then you jump, turn and bow.” He showed her his words. Eunis was impressed by the lightness of his moves. They tried it together. Step by step. But she fell again.
“See, I´ll never learn this part.” Eunis felt clumsy and stupid.
“Don´t worry.” he gave her an encouraging smile. “It´ll maybe take more time, but you´ll see. Tomorrow it´ll be much better.” Eunis nodded and they try it again. They were too busy with dancing that they didn´t notice that was already lunch time. Until the singing of Armis brought them back to reality. His sweet voice floated through the woods like the sound of the flute of moon Goddess Artemis, which was made from the very moon rock. According to her, the bird was also named. It is said that when misery and poverty ruled in the village, Artemis helped them. Thanks to her village was again filled with joy and singing. In return, villagers gave her beautiful and rare bird from the local forests. But he could not sing. It was completely silent. Goddess took pity on him. She put into his neck a part of her flute. Since then, every Armis sing a melody that Artemis though them. His singing also serves as a reminder of her noble act. Armis sings only once or twice per day, so his voice won´t become common-place. Eunis looked back. In the crown of high Plantago she saw the brightly colored feathers of Armis. Eunis been kidnapped by his beauty. Armis honored them by last known tunes, he flapped his wings and disappeared into the trees.
“He is gorgeous.”
“He is. It´s pretty late. I think we dance enough for today. After lunch, come to the statue. I want to show you my favorite place.”
“But I still must practice.”
“Come on. You are good. And even training should not overdo it.” Eunis hesitated for a moment but then she nodded.
“You´re right. I´ll see you later.”
Eunis was humming Armis´s melody. She didn´t even noticed dark yellow eyes from behind bushes.
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Everybody should have ✨katsu✨ waiting for them on their timeline at the end of the day ♥️
I love that they made it really look like sushi. Like, the eels won't care, but they go that extra step to make it pretty.
I bet that eels have fun. I bet that eels just love hanging out in their big old sinuous eel-swarms.
Heya guys I am sorry for keeping you hanging here for a while... But this month was kind of pain... 1. Teachers probably think that is ok to pull us through a ton of exams 2. I am still trying to fix the symbol mess from earlier (my computer don't want to cooperate with me) 3. My room is under renovation so now I live on the floor beside our couch But don't worry :-D Next month is promising and I would have more time to do this kind of stuff... I have translated most of my side one-shot stories so I would post them as soon as my room is finished... So please be patient with me and I hope I will compensate this lost month with some (hopefully) good stories :-D See ya later ;-)
here, I did the shipping dynamic thingie
if you know, you know
My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚
Entering 2018 like…
It got me hooked right from the beginning <3
hehehe hooked, see what I did there :3
Title: The Property of Hate Author: Sarah Jolley The Property of Hate is an ongoing, graphic novel style webcomic by Sarah Jolley. The first page was posted in February 2012 and the archive totals 129 pages as of this writing. TPoH follows the story of RGB, on a quest to save his world, and a young girl known simply as ‘the Hero’, whom RGB has asked for help. It’s hard to summarize this one because there is so much that is, as of yet, unexplained. What exactly RGB’s world is and what is threatening it haven’t been revealed. What we do know is that it’s made of abstractions. Concepts are given physical form here. Lies, doubts, ideas, grief… all these things (and others) are living things that populate the world. Some of them are friendly, many are dangerous. So far the story is about our main characters’ journey toward “her” (Hate, I assume), and their dealings with the world’s inhabitants and each other. A fascinating read. This is a comic I stumbled onto completely by accident, and I’m happy I did. The art is nothing short of wonderful. The way that so many styles have been blended together is unique, pretty, and absolutely appropriate considering the setting. As far as the story goes, we don’t know what’s going on, and that’s… really good, actually. It sets a mood, and it’s an ominous one, if you ask me. The Hero has been through some awful stuff already, and we haven’t even met the titular character yet. Oh, and by the way, you will feel for the Hero. So, so much. All in all, it’s a well told story that gets you emotionally involved, keeps you wondering and guessing and waiting impatiently to find out what happens next. That said, resist the urge to rush through, read it carefully and pay attention, it’ll be that much more enjoyable. I love The Property of Hate. I think you will too. Read it here.
Ah, yes... The dark magic of your parental figure...
Also, Wakko looks freakishly weird without his shirt
I read one of @incorrectanimaniacsquotes and before I knew it this happened
Here I would like to share my interest in writing stories and drawing some ilustrations or comics. My original language is not english so.... sorry for mistakes during translations :-) All stories without link are mine. Hope you´ll enjoy :D
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