03-05-2019, 02:29 PM
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Despite how standoffish the boy had first appeared and the general rustiness of their first encounter, August could not help but feel a strange sort of attachment to Brendan that they could not seem to understand the root of. The kid was practically the first human being they had ever seen other than their parents, the first real life, physical human since they had seen many in photographs and books. August had spent their life hidden way in a cave watching the shadows cast by humanity, tricked into believing those silhouettes and figurines as truth, but now outside that cave and into the light, Brendan was the first human being August had ever seen that was not plainly a copy onto a two-dimensional plane. Perhaps the boy was not the most approachable, and perhaps August did not really answer all he had asked when they were first found which certainly did not help, but the newcomer still felt like they had to know this first introduction to humanity.
August had been spending a lot of their time just simply... Living. Indulging in what society had to offer. After mama and baba died, they had been in pure isolation, it was necessary for the moral to go back into the social life of human beings. They spent their time meeting the many folks of Flintlock, exploring the territory they inhabitant, meeting the many livestock that took shelter with them and discovering new technologies, things that they only knew from books and stories now true. As exciting it might have been to suddenly be exposed to the new world, it was overwhelming as well to be struck with the reality that they had known so little for so long.
It was... A conflicting situation, but August was pushing through.
After a day out in the field with the horses and farm animals, August entered the lodge for some down-time, taking off whatever heavy gear and outerwear they had carried on them to brace the weather to then fall into the comfort of indoor temperatures shielded away from wind and cold. Now they just... Wanted a quiet spot to sit and think. Maybe even nap, so they started to hover through hallways, peeking into rooms and lobbies, looking for a place that seemed untouched, eventually making their way to the nursery, where they heard the familiar pitch of Brendan. The knuckles of their calloused fingers began pushing against the door to press it open as they were drawn into the conversation he was having, seemingly with himself, peeking inside only to see the boy surrounded by a few chicks and a... doll? Oh wait. It moved. It was alive. Now they were intrigued by this new creature.
[color=#7989A2][b]"What's that?" August would question with a wide-eyed stare, a finger pointing at the child he was handling before they would crouch down, lowering that finger out to the little chicks to see if they were friendly.
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[table]Despite how standoffish the boy had first appeared and the general rustiness of their first encounter, August could not help but feel a strange sort of attachment to Brendan that they could not seem to understand the root of. The kid was practically the first human being they had ever seen other than their parents, the first real life, physical human since they had seen many in photographs and books. August had spent their life hidden way in a cave watching the shadows cast by humanity, tricked into believing those silhouettes and figurines as truth, but now outside that cave and into the light, Brendan was the first human being August had ever seen that was not plainly a copy onto a two-dimensional plane. Perhaps the boy was not the most approachable, and perhaps August did not really answer all he had asked when they were first found which certainly did not help, but the newcomer still felt like they had to know this first introduction to humanity.
August had been spending a lot of their time just simply... Living. Indulging in what society had to offer. After mama and baba died, they had been in pure isolation, it was necessary for the moral to go back into the social life of human beings. They spent their time meeting the many folks of Flintlock, exploring the territory they inhabitant, meeting the many livestock that took shelter with them and discovering new technologies, things that they only knew from books and stories now true. As exciting it might have been to suddenly be exposed to the new world, it was overwhelming as well to be struck with the reality that they had known so little for so long.
It was... A conflicting situation, but August was pushing through.
After a day out in the field with the horses and farm animals, August entered the lodge for some down-time, taking off whatever heavy gear and outerwear they had carried on them to brace the weather to then fall into the comfort of indoor temperatures shielded away from wind and cold. Now they just... Wanted a quiet spot to sit and think. Maybe even nap, so they started to hover through hallways, peeking into rooms and lobbies, looking for a place that seemed untouched, eventually making their way to the nursery, where they heard the familiar pitch of Brendan. The knuckles of their calloused fingers began pushing against the door to press it open as they were drawn into the conversation he was having, seemingly with himself, peeking inside only to see the boy surrounded by a few chicks and a... doll? Oh wait. It moved. It was alive. Now they were intrigued by this new creature.
[color=#7989A2][b]"What's that?" August would question with a wide-eyed stare, a finger pointing at the child he was handling before they would crouch down, lowering that finger out to the little chicks to see if they were friendly.
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