The Move
One of Rials first memories is the beach at Plage d'Étretat it was where he grew up for the first three years of his life. He'll always remember the smell of the ocean, the faint smell of freshly baked bread. He still regularly visits the house there though, seeing as it's where his grandparents live, he always loved seeing them! they were amazing people, often spoiling Rial and his siblings.
He was quite sad about the move, being old enough to understand that they were leaving. He didn't cry, but he did have a sadness in his chest, one that he wished would go away, one that was weighing him down.
The feeling of the portkey was a suffocating one and Zen was crying at the end. Rial didn't look over at him, partially because he was trying to stop himself from spewing but also because he was amazed by the new house they are moving into, apparently its his fathers house, one that he inherited from his parents, as he looks over it he grins, teeth showing, the sadness slowly going away, getting replaced with a sense of happiness and curiosity, a curiosity to explore every nook and cranny of the house.
He was quite sad about the move, being old enough to understand that they were leaving. He didn't cry, but he did have a sadness in his chest, one that he wished would go away, one that was weighing him down.
The feeling of the portkey was a suffocating one and Zen was crying at the end. Rial didn't look over at him, partially because he was trying to stop himself from spewing but also because he was amazed by the new house they are moving into, apparently its his fathers house, one that he inherited from his parents, as he looks over it he grins, teeth showing, the sadness slowly going away, getting replaced with a sense of happiness and curiosity, a curiosity to explore every nook and cranny of the house.
𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊’𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉-𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖊. -𝕽𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝕾𝖔𝖑