03-24-2017, 10:37 AM
knight
do not unsheathe me
without reason
do not wield me without valor
without reason
do not wield me without valor
It easily evades him, the butterfly, its delicate wings drifting it just out of reach. Every once in awhile, the breeze would catch it, helping it along and Knight would wildly try to outmaneuver it, his thin wine colored legs trying to keep up. It was never a straight line either, full of ups and downs, twisting back on its path. At once it turns back around flying back at him and in his surprise he stalls, unsure of what would happen if they crashed. Instead it is only he that crashes, landing with an ‘oof’ on his little mulberry hued rump.
Knight is neither upset nor embarrassed about this action, his ears wiggle on his tiny head as he looks up to see the golden girl. “Catch it? How are you gonna do that?” Two matte green eyes watch her with interest, and he blinks when she responds. “Tiger, but what’s a tiger?” How very confusing, the little purple boy had never seen a tiger before, much less heard of them. He wondered just what made them so good at catching butterflies and how they might do it.
“Will it give us kisses too then, like the flowers?” he blurts, because in his peripheral something quite large is flying away. In its place is a shining colt, colored like the river when the sun hits it just right. He scrambles to his feet, tilting for a moment before he finds his balance and excitedly paces towards the other.
“Wow, wow! Did you see that thing?! Look at the size of it, what is that, are you okay?” Of course he looked okay, he didn't seem afraid at all or much less phased on any account about the gigantic bird. Knight couldn’t help but care about the well being of others, he would have gladly puffed his chest and swatted that monster on its big ol’ beak too. “Come see, we found a butterfly and it is very hard to catch!” He turned back around to the spot where he had last left the small flying insect, it had surprisingly not flown too far away.
Oh its so lovely, she is the last to join them but she does not easily slip by Knights notice. She was painted deep blue and spoke with a kindness, he smiled big for her swishing his stubby tail.
“Hi everybody! I’m Knight and this is a butterfly, we are going to give it kisses!” He was rather proud about that, believing they really could smooch the delicate winged creature. They would kiss it because they liked it, because they loved it. You always gave kisses to things you loved, surely.
But it seemed that the girl was not the last to join them, another boy entered the playground from the bushes, maybe having just arrived himself. The plainness of his coat didn’t strike Knight as odd, instead he found it quite fancy same as the girl, he did not know many painted horses. “Hi Ivar,” he pranced in place still wondering what a tiger was. “Do you want to help us catch a butterfly?” There was no way it could evade them all, he imagined its tiny wings would tickle his nose, and he smiled once more.
Knight is neither upset nor embarrassed about this action, his ears wiggle on his tiny head as he looks up to see the golden girl. “Catch it? How are you gonna do that?” Two matte green eyes watch her with interest, and he blinks when she responds. “Tiger, but what’s a tiger?” How very confusing, the little purple boy had never seen a tiger before, much less heard of them. He wondered just what made them so good at catching butterflies and how they might do it.
“Will it give us kisses too then, like the flowers?” he blurts, because in his peripheral something quite large is flying away. In its place is a shining colt, colored like the river when the sun hits it just right. He scrambles to his feet, tilting for a moment before he finds his balance and excitedly paces towards the other.
“Wow, wow! Did you see that thing?! Look at the size of it, what is that, are you okay?” Of course he looked okay, he didn't seem afraid at all or much less phased on any account about the gigantic bird. Knight couldn’t help but care about the well being of others, he would have gladly puffed his chest and swatted that monster on its big ol’ beak too. “Come see, we found a butterfly and it is very hard to catch!” He turned back around to the spot where he had last left the small flying insect, it had surprisingly not flown too far away.
Oh its so lovely, she is the last to join them but she does not easily slip by Knights notice. She was painted deep blue and spoke with a kindness, he smiled big for her swishing his stubby tail.
“Hi everybody! I’m Knight and this is a butterfly, we are going to give it kisses!” He was rather proud about that, believing they really could smooch the delicate winged creature. They would kiss it because they liked it, because they loved it. You always gave kisses to things you loved, surely.
But it seemed that the girl was not the last to join them, another boy entered the playground from the bushes, maybe having just arrived himself. The plainness of his coat didn’t strike Knight as odd, instead he found it quite fancy same as the girl, he did not know many painted horses. “Hi Ivar,” he pranced in place still wondering what a tiger was. “Do you want to help us catch a butterfly?” There was no way it could evade them all, he imagined its tiny wings would tickle his nose, and he smiled once more.
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