CrownS
He remains content with the pace of their conversations, the rate at which the darkness and the strange things gather at the edge of his vision. His parents have taught him to savor each moment so that he might fully appreciate whatever comes next. When the scales creep over him, he beams with pride and bares his tiny teeth like some fearsome warrior. When Eight feigns panic at the transformation, Crowns can’t help but laugh delightedly. At last! He is like his forefathers before him.
“It’s okay if it’s you. We’re friends,” he explains reassuringly when the magician says he would not approach in the night. The boy is careful that they are clear on their terms with one another. He has not yet learned what makes an enemy, trusting instead the judgment of those he is certain are friends.
He nods slowly as he observes the jungle with a new fascination. The outline of the birds and snakes are all bright and clear despite the black of night! Crowns takes a step closer to the countless eyes all peering back at him before he realizes that Eight is running away. The child turns abruptly and a whimper of fear escapes him.
But this new vision makes it much easier to track him - this way and that, over and under.
“Oh! I can see you still!” he laughs.
Finally, his new friend returns, and he is calmed by his presence once more. He is intrigued to know what more is possible and he opens his mouth to ask when he watches the feather drift gently to the ground. A gift? Crowns hesitates, afraid to assume so much, but he can only resist the temptation so long.
He gingerly steps forward and lowers his head to take the feather between his teeth.
“It’s okay if it’s you. We’re friends,” he explains reassuringly when the magician says he would not approach in the night. The boy is careful that they are clear on their terms with one another. He has not yet learned what makes an enemy, trusting instead the judgment of those he is certain are friends.
He nods slowly as he observes the jungle with a new fascination. The outline of the birds and snakes are all bright and clear despite the black of night! Crowns takes a step closer to the countless eyes all peering back at him before he realizes that Eight is running away. The child turns abruptly and a whimper of fear escapes him.
But this new vision makes it much easier to track him - this way and that, over and under.
“Oh! I can see you still!” he laughs.
Finally, his new friend returns, and he is calmed by his presence once more. He is intrigued to know what more is possible and he opens his mouth to ask when he watches the feather drift gently to the ground. A gift? Crowns hesitates, afraid to assume so much, but he can only resist the temptation so long.
He gingerly steps forward and lowers his head to take the feather between his teeth.