A Wooden Siren Philosophy (open)
May 27, 2010 21:03:03 GMT -5
Post by Prince Inigo on May 27, 2010 21:03:03 GMT -5
Takeba smiled falsely. "You are a genuine caring person, Naida. I send my wishes that your siblings will not be selected for any future Hunger Games" She shook her head with that reassuring grin. "Every person in the country - in the world - is initially afraid of the final step of life. Some are always fearing, some eventually get over the natural phobia. As humans, to survive, that is the opposite of life; it is our goal to continue living and procreate."
Her purple eyes shifted to the ocean, watching the sparkles run streaks across the body of blue. "You are young in comparison to the masses; it is natural to not desire death, even if you are not particularly afraid. Still, it is impressive that you are willing to pay your own existence for your sister's." She was deeply in a daze looking out in the distance, remembering a reoccurring dream.
She turned back to Naida. "Your brother is different from you, to be sadly frank. Perhaps his love for the family was exceptionally strong enough to fend off the fear, or perhaps he already forsaken the scare; I dislike assuming, so please excuse me if I am wrong."
Takeba deposited the unfinished block into a pocket only to withdraw a perfect one. After picking up a decent blade, she started to cut into the wood, having another image in mind. "I personally do not perceive you as a coward, Naida."
Her purple eyes shifted to the ocean, watching the sparkles run streaks across the body of blue. "You are young in comparison to the masses; it is natural to not desire death, even if you are not particularly afraid. Still, it is impressive that you are willing to pay your own existence for your sister's." She was deeply in a daze looking out in the distance, remembering a reoccurring dream.
She turned back to Naida. "Your brother is different from you, to be sadly frank. Perhaps his love for the family was exceptionally strong enough to fend off the fear, or perhaps he already forsaken the scare; I dislike assuming, so please excuse me if I am wrong."
Takeba deposited the unfinished block into a pocket only to withdraw a perfect one. After picking up a decent blade, she started to cut into the wood, having another image in mind. "I personally do not perceive you as a coward, Naida."
