The boy is too sensitive, too soft and vulnerable to really exist in this world and thrive as the monsters around him seem to. He is fragile like the silver dust of a butterfly’s wings and delicate as ancient crystal needles in long forgotten caves – a simple touch, meant to admire and caress, could easily destroy him. Joy ignites his heart and happiness floods his veins. He is a boy that belongs to the earth and the trees, he flourishes in the sun and grows colorful and bright beneath its rays. He is a child of the world. The grass calls him as the wind runs its fingers through it. With sparkling crystalline blue eyes as bright as the sky. Tommin has shallow roots, no long distinguished list of great names that he can rattle off from the top of his head. His tiny family made a home on new soil and he had never heard his father speak much of the past and his silent mother had been unable to. It was the present, the time spent together right now that captured their attention as well as his. It was the first time Tommin truly looked out over the horizon with glacier blue eyes and saw something not quite reachable that his adventurous spirit had awoken. There is something beautiful about him. Something wide-eyed and innocent, like a deer. He smiles no matter his mood, and his eyes sparkle with delight at the simplest things. She looks wonderful, or maybe Tommin is simply so happy that he can't see through the haze of of his own light. A new friend awaits him. So he likes to think. Tommin comes from a simple family devoid of magic, he knows not the secrets that float within another’s chest, powers harvested by magic or inheritance. He knows he has his mother’s eyes, but he knows little else. He watches this new comer with keen eyes, eyes that do not judge at all, but only dance with a ignorant curiosity. “You don't like crowds?” He asks the girl who has come to join him on this winter’s day. “I haven't been around crowds much,” he offers nothing but the truth. His family had often traveled their own way, other herds not having much use for a deaf and mute couple with their child tagging along at their heels. “Maybe I would like them,” he says, voicing his thoughts aloud, having little use or room for secrets and hidden thoughts. Tommin offers only himself to others, his only thing to give. “What’s your name?” He asks the girl. “Are you from the meadow too?” He asks, not knowing there are so many lands beyond where he stands now, because there is a great wide world out there that Tommin will never see. “Why don't you like crowds?” His curiosity burning under his skin. For so long he has been denied asking many questions that he thinks since this girl can speak and hear, perhaps the universe would provide him with something. “Have you tried them before?” Because you never really know, he thinks, ever the optimistic child. T O M M I N { Run and live fast as we can, throw your clothes and cares behind you to the wind. } |
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