Thank you @leahnardo-da-veggie and @writingsfromspace for the tag!
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Rosette looked out of the sole window in her room. The Barrowlands stared back at her, sloping brown hills with sparse greenery. Her whole life had been spent in the boreal woods of Silversami. She had known, in a matter of fact way, that Palioden was far larger than that one pocket of forestry, but it was a wholly other thing to see it herself.
They sat down on a bench, and Ignaz showed Muriel how to carefully approach Fisk, how to recognize Fisk was at ease about her presence, and how to stroke through the feathers without disarraying them. It was odd watching the two of them like this. Athanasios himself had never had much of a desire to take care of children, but he didn't have anything against watching one for a while, especially under the supervision of an adulter adult. And Ignaz... he'd never really seen him as a father figure--when they became real friends, his children were already out of the house--but now it truly hit him Ignaz had in fact raised two little ones. When Muriel got bored of petting the bird--far faster than Athanasios would have assumed--Ignaz ordered her to stay within viewing range and sent her off to play.
It was the window inside the room that caught Rosette's attention the most. The slanted brown hills and scattered greenery of the Barrowlands welcomed her to their world with just a glance. For Rosette's entire life as a child of the boreal woods of Silversami, Palioden was only a big shape on a map and nothing more. Yet as she stared at the view outside, she realised that the reality was far more wonderful than she thought.
The moment they sat down on a bench, Ignaz took his time showing Muriel how to behave around Fisk. As a bird was not the most common pet one could have, Ignaz had to be careful when explaining how to recognize Fisk's behavior or how to touch him. For Athanasios, it was a strange sight. He never thought of himself as being one who could one day care for children, though he never had a problem watching one for a short period of time under the supervision of a more responsible adult. As for Ignaz, it was odd to see him as a father figure altogether. They acknowledged each other as friends when Ignaz's children were already far away from their home. Now that he observed his friend and Muriel in this manner, Athanasios got reminded that, in fact, Ignaz already raised two little children before they flew away from their nest. Muriel wasn't entertained enough with Fisk, to Athanasios's surprise, and with a kind warning from Ignaz to stay within line of sight, she ran off to play.
I tag @writinglyra, @zorya-km, @ghost-town-story, and everyone else who sees this!
The boy stepped closer, leaving behind a trail of wet footprints. Unfortunately, one of his shoes decided to give up on living and lost its sole on the way. His skin was peeking through the holes of his white tank top, and the stains on it made it seem like they were actually part of the clothing. His jeans seemed to have been mauled and torn apart by dogs, even though that wasn’t actually the case. In a brawl, you grab onto whatever you can get your dirty hands on, and his poor jeans got caught in the crossfire.
