ten >> action & voice
[Outside of house 40, the young warlock is working tirelesslydoggedly at polishing a pair of boots. He sits on the top step, the left boot between his knees as he works with it. Merlin takes shelter underneath the porch and watches those who might walk by--envious of their relative freedom. His neckerchief has been tossed aside and--occasionally--it does get whipped from his side and sent reeling out into the path. This is when Merlin must stand up and chase after it. Why does he continue letting it drift off, then? Well...perhaps it's a welcome, planned break from boot polishing. Or perhaps he's just that daft.
Do feel free to help him one of these times, though. And he's also distracted by the journal open wide just behind him. Eventually, he muses:] The leaves are changing colours--I've never quite seen anything so lovely as when they do that. Tell me, will it get much colder?
Do feel free to help him one of these times, though. And he's also distracted by the journal open wide just behind him. Eventually, he muses:] The leaves are changing colours--I've never quite seen anything so lovely as when they do that. Tell me, will it get much colder?