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Posted on June 3, 2010 at 09:29:43 PM by Flynn & Denahi
The sun had finally begun to emerge from behind the clouds of winter and the ash screen of the volcanic eruptions, and Flynn had taken the opportunity to spend some time out of doors. His father had promised him that when he knew what was going on in the Labyrinth, that he would come back so that Flynn could help with the clean up. The young boy knew he could be helpful because of his water manipulation, but was content to wait for his Dad to get back. It gave he and Denahi an opportunity to do some more reading, his Mum had saved his favourite books from the flood waters for which Flynn was very grateful. Both Flynn and Denahi had grown since they had been in the castle, the boy was now a few inches taller, and some of his puppy fat had fallen away, whilst his husky puppy familiar had started to grow into his large paws. Renn had said that Flynn was starting to look more and more like their Dad everyday, from the way their thick black hair fell naturally to the vivid blue eyes which were capable of being so open and vulnerable. The pair headed down a flight of stone stairs heading for the courtyard below, some of Arthur’s horses had come back the day before, and were milling around the yard, being chased away from the small vegetable patches which had been set up by different faeries whenever the equines got too close. Flynn sat down on the edge of one of the yard’s mounting blocks, and Denahi sat beside him, tail wagging as enthusiastically as ever. Slipping his hand into the inside pocket of his jacket, the black haired boy produced a leather-bound book, and began to thumb through the pages to find one of his favourite poems. He loved poetry, and hoped that when he was older and knew more words that he would be able to write his own. For now however he satisfied himself by learning existing passages by heart and would often act and read some of them out with Denahi. ”How about this one Den?” Flynn asked his familiar, opening the book fully as the puppy at his side peaked over at the page, ”ooooo yes!” the familiar enthused, ”I like that one!” Flynn grinned, “you go first then” he laughed, waiting for the husky to begin. In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.” Denahi finished, glancing up at Flynn, with a grin on his face, pink tongue hanging out an angle, enjoying the feeling of the sun against his fur. Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand -- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep -- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp?” Just as Flynn finished, and was about to begin the last stanza, he saw something fly past his line of site, and then heard Denahi let out a sharp yelp. “Someone kicked a rock at me!” the dog complained looking around for the perpetrator, before his mismatched eyes fell upon the approaching Dream. ”Hey” Flynn said, waving his hand once in a casual manner, he was more confident in himself than his father had been, but managed to avoid the arrogance that his younger brother seemed to thrive upon, “long time no see!” Show me what its like to dream in black and white |
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