A Memory
November 15, 2020 6:17 PM
Bittersweet by A Memory
OOC: CW-Implied violence against a stuffed animal. House-elf abuse. BIC:
A silver mist swirled around the room. As a person entered, the mist took the shape of a man, who might have been recognized the younger version of someone a few Sonora residents but not many knew, walking to a bed and sitting down on it. He began to speak softly. "Honey, I know what happened was upsetting and I can assure you I've spoken to Uncle Zeke about it and your cousin will be punished. Think of it think of it this way, while you won't get Bernard's eye back, you still have the rest of him."
He continued. "And now that he's...half blind, he's going to need you even more. When someone is weak or hurting, you should show them compassion and caring." Although the person who had triggered the mist would not know it, this would go on to be a lesson the man tried to impart to all his children. As opposed to his brother and sister-in-law, who had a child who had obviously failed quite completely to grasp it. His niece's lack of basic decency not only towards his daughter but to the house-elf she'd fed the poor teddy bear's eye to quite frankly disgusted him. He would eventually come to be disappointed that she never did end up outgrowing it and that it hadn't been just that she was a child who didn't know any better.
"Also," He went on. "You could make him an eye patch. Or lots of eye patches. It'll be a like a new accessory and all the other stuffed animals will think he's so cool." He liked to encourage creativity in his children as well. "And now he also has a good story tell them too." Or a cautionary tale anyway.
As it turned out though, it would be his daughter who learned from this incident-and not just his lesson on compassion either.
OOC: OOC: New rule: instead of having two sub-threads, this post is set up in a class-style format. There should be a max of two responses, either separate (two people posting directly to the memory) or interactive (one thread with two characters in it).
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November 25, 2020 5:43 PM
I have so many questions by Tommy Jamison
Stanley had asked Tommy to return his library book for him, and somehow, the younger boy had gotten tricked into agreeing. Really, he had just been too shocked that Stanley had a library book out to even contest the notion of running the errand for him, and somehow, his sputtered half-words were punctuated by the book being shoved jovially into his arms. So Tommy was off, he supposed.It was a quiet evening at the library, and upon arrival, he didn’t even see anyone else around. No, wait, scratch that. Was that… a person? What Tommy saw resembled a person, but grey and translucent. “Um, hello?” he greeted the man unsurely. “Are you supposed to be-”
But then the man spoke soft nonsense, something about a half-blind person named Bernard, and somebody else named Uncle Zeke? If he was a ghost, he was one who had lost his marbles and was talking to someone else who wasn’t there. Yet through the randomness, the man said something that sort of resonated: “When someone is weak or hurting, you should show them compassion and caring.”
“Hey, sir, I-” Tommy tried again, but just as the words left his mouth, the figure disappeared, leaving the young Teppenpaw only more confused. He put the book in the appropriate return location and made his way out again, confused and shocked that somehow, something even weirder than Stanley having a library book had just occurred. This day was just all kinds of topsy-turvy.
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