Through Innocent Eyes
Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 6:31 pm
“Father was pacing again….”looking up from the cluttered pile of wooden figures the boys eyes followed his father as he paced back and forth along the inn floor, the crisp sound of his boots ringing off the rooms walls in a comfortable rhythm. “He had been pacing all night, was here no reverie, when you were an old man like father?” the boy snickered slightly at the thought.
With a slight shrug he looked back down to his momentarily forgotten toys, knights with swords, orcs and wizards, his army was at his finger tips. The world seemed to shrink for the boy as he arranged battle lines; elves vs. orcs, perhaps one the classic battles father often spoke off.With a slight start the boy realized the room had grown completely silent, glancing up to at the uncustomary silence he realized father had sat down at his desk, nose deep in that dusty old tome again.
The boy absently thought for a moment about going to sit in his lap. Father would wrap his arms around him and talk about magic and the weave. The boy smiled fondly, enjoying what he would someday come to recognize as nostalgia.
His thoughts were brought to a quick end as his father veritably yelled out, the boy didn’t understand or even recognize what had been said, but that didn’t surprise him greatly, father often spoke gibberish. Giggling at the thought he watched as his father chanted loudly. The boy grinned; he had never heard this incantation before. Determined to pick it up his face scrunched into a look of supreme concentration, his head cocked to the side as he listened. Father spoke a single word….and for just a moment, the world seemed to stop, frozen in time.
The moment was gone just as quickly as it had come, the boy grinned before opening his mouth to repeat after his father, yet no words came, his mind blank, his mind empty. Scowling fiercely he looked back up, his lips twisting into a wide smile, a perfect mirror of his parent. Looking down at him his father laughed light and with grin stated “I think I’ve gotten it” The boy grinned as his father hefted him up into his arms “Now let’s go find your mother…”
With a slight shrug he looked back down to his momentarily forgotten toys, knights with swords, orcs and wizards, his army was at his finger tips. The world seemed to shrink for the boy as he arranged battle lines; elves vs. orcs, perhaps one the classic battles father often spoke off.With a slight start the boy realized the room had grown completely silent, glancing up to at the uncustomary silence he realized father had sat down at his desk, nose deep in that dusty old tome again.
The boy absently thought for a moment about going to sit in his lap. Father would wrap his arms around him and talk about magic and the weave. The boy smiled fondly, enjoying what he would someday come to recognize as nostalgia.
His thoughts were brought to a quick end as his father veritably yelled out, the boy didn’t understand or even recognize what had been said, but that didn’t surprise him greatly, father often spoke gibberish. Giggling at the thought he watched as his father chanted loudly. The boy grinned; he had never heard this incantation before. Determined to pick it up his face scrunched into a look of supreme concentration, his head cocked to the side as he listened. Father spoke a single word….and for just a moment, the world seemed to stop, frozen in time.
The moment was gone just as quickly as it had come, the boy grinned before opening his mouth to repeat after his father, yet no words came, his mind blank, his mind empty. Scowling fiercely he looked back up, his lips twisting into a wide smile, a perfect mirror of his parent. Looking down at him his father laughed light and with grin stated “I think I’ve gotten it” The boy grinned as his father hefted him up into his arms “Now let’s go find your mother…”