- Messages
- 76
- Wand
- Oak 14 3/4" Essence of Raven Feather
- Age
- 10/2007
Thane Vlahovic was taking a nice stroll. It was a warm day out, and he wanted to get out some. His mind drifted over to a girl he met years ago, that he kept in contact with. Miriah Johnson. She was lovely. He admired her, and knew that she was seeing someone, but that didn't stop the feelings. So he was placed in the friendzone. Perhaps he would have to settle for friends than nothing. Automatically, his eyes wondered to the side where he saw the park, and he saw children at play. Oh, how he wished that he could have a son or a daughter so that he could watch with some excuse. Thane loved children, and he desperately wanted to be a dad. But he wanted to find love first. His teal eyes wondered to the ground as he stuck his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Thane was dressed in a dark fashion, but the smile on his face made him look like the happiest man on the planet while it was covering up what he was really feeling. It was a nice mask but he felt that he would need to stop fooling those around him one day. One of his good friends that did his tattoos for him that covered him head to toe basically, told him that he needed to find someone that he could talk to. Thane had someone he could talk to. Miriah knew a fair bit about him, even his past girlfriend that died years ago. However he was still oblivious to the fact that the girl was pregnant with his child. Thane would not have known how to live after that if he had known, but his aunt was good enough to him to keep it all from him. Thane was thinking of visiting his aunt soon. She was well into her hundreds and she could still get around better than anyone else he had ever known. He took his seat on the bench, and thought about writing her a letter, informing her that he was coming over. Then again, they liked surprises like that so he should keep it a good secret anyway. As his mind wondered, he heard a sound that could stop or make any male run, but it made him concerned. His eyes looked over toward the children, and he could see the where the sound was coming from.
A small girl, couldn't be older than three, was on the ground, sniffling. Thane jumped up off of the bench, and even though that was not his daughter, he was concerned for the little girl. Thane walked over to the little girl before he bent down and could see why she was sniffling. Her little knee was scraped. She must have fallen or one of the larger kids shoved her to the ground. Thane could see that the girl was somewhat shy or something. He smiled, "Hey, hey, shhh. I can make that little boo-boo go away. Want to see?" The little girl nodded a bit, before he took out his hand. She might or might not be a muggle, but he figured that if she was around Brightstone, then she would be a witch. So she would know what a wand looked like. He murmured a little healing spell, and the scrape healed right up. "See there? How about you dry up those tears? What's your name? I'm Thane." He didn't want to say his full name to her, because what little kid could pronounce his last name? "Oph...ielle," the little girl muttered. That name should have been familiar, but it was currently lacking in his mind. "That is a pretty name, Ophielle. A pretty name for a pretty little girl." He wondered where the parents of this child was, but he looked around once, not seeing that the mother was actually around. He offered, "Hey, what do you say if I said that I can push you on a swing?" The girl seemed to be a little excited over that. He helped her to her feet where he stood up straight. Walking over to the swing that the little girl chose, he made sure that she was safely in it before he started to push her gently. She was swinging back and forth. Was this strange? Kind of, but Thane couldn't just ignore it when children were sniffling or crying. He couldn't just stand back and let children cry. Thane couldn't have it. He continued to push Ophielle on the swing, where she started to giggle and laugh. That was making him smile more than anything else. She was happy, once crying and now happy again. Thane felt that he did his job. Plus he didn't know where the parents were, and leaving a little girl alone out there was dangerous. He just didn't see...that the mother was there, the entire time.
A small girl, couldn't be older than three, was on the ground, sniffling. Thane jumped up off of the bench, and even though that was not his daughter, he was concerned for the little girl. Thane walked over to the little girl before he bent down and could see why she was sniffling. Her little knee was scraped. She must have fallen or one of the larger kids shoved her to the ground. Thane could see that the girl was somewhat shy or something. He smiled, "Hey, hey, shhh. I can make that little boo-boo go away. Want to see?" The little girl nodded a bit, before he took out his hand. She might or might not be a muggle, but he figured that if she was around Brightstone, then she would be a witch. So she would know what a wand looked like. He murmured a little healing spell, and the scrape healed right up. "See there? How about you dry up those tears? What's your name? I'm Thane." He didn't want to say his full name to her, because what little kid could pronounce his last name? "Oph...ielle," the little girl muttered. That name should have been familiar, but it was currently lacking in his mind. "That is a pretty name, Ophielle. A pretty name for a pretty little girl." He wondered where the parents of this child was, but he looked around once, not seeing that the mother was actually around. He offered, "Hey, what do you say if I said that I can push you on a swing?" The girl seemed to be a little excited over that. He helped her to her feet where he stood up straight. Walking over to the swing that the little girl chose, he made sure that she was safely in it before he started to push her gently. She was swinging back and forth. Was this strange? Kind of, but Thane couldn't just ignore it when children were sniffling or crying. He couldn't just stand back and let children cry. Thane couldn't have it. He continued to push Ophielle on the swing, where she started to giggle and laugh. That was making him smile more than anything else. She was happy, once crying and now happy again. Thane felt that he did his job. Plus he didn't know where the parents were, and leaving a little girl alone out there was dangerous. He just didn't see...that the mother was there, the entire time.