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| Kyle Landon | Apr 22 2008, 10:19 PM |
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Avon looked down shamefacedly. “I’m sorry, Livia. I’m so used to taking…” he mumbled, “And I’m still not used to you and Veran and Somerled giving me food and clothing and stuff.” He then turned to Kyle, “I apologize for taking your stuff, Kyle.” As would have predicted, he was back to his blithe attitude in an instant. And as ordered, he immediately dropped his field which caused kyle’s head to make a soft thud on the dirt, “Oops.” Bouncing over, seeming not to hear the thud, he wrapped the piece of Livia’s dress around his neck. Kyle’s pain wavered. He heard the answers vaguely. He’ll need to ask again later. "Hey!" he screamed in objection when he felt Livia lift him. He hated heights and also not knowing what was happening, the exact circumstances he was in, but his pain became so great that his body insisted he close his eyes and set his mind off anything that isn‘t himself. Your mind is top priority, it demanded, no world is more important than you. He fought his hardest but only came in and out of consciousness every few minutes, and all in all, only heard the crunching of leaves, Avon‘s laughter and Livia‘s grunts. More than twenty minutes must have passed before Kyle’s attention was again on the outside and not his body. He stared blankly at the moving ground and Livia’s back side. What the hell…? he thought, his mind still muddled from the hits he took on the field. Three or more seconds later, he remembered that Livia was carrying him to some Manor. The Manor. Freedom. But even this did not eradicate his hate of heights. ”Hey…hey put me down. Put me down!” he cried in panic, "The ground’s falling! I’ll die! Die!” His fright of being off that beloved ground might just have killed his mentality if not for Avon. Skipping along, Avon stared at him, an amused expression twinkled in his eyes. This threw him off. He scowled at the boy. |
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