GuardianOfStorm

PRECIOUS MEMORIES _________________ Sojun felt his bed-mat shift as weight pressed down on the other side of the mattress. The sun had barely risen above the horizon, only showing a faint blue hue to the sky before the sun could paint the sky with morning colors, "Dad. Dad!" came a hushed whisper. Sleepy eyes parted to show onyx/blue orbs, and a soft smile swept across the father's face as he looked at his son. He gave a small stretch before reaching out a hand to place on top of the young boy's head. "What is it?" he said sleepily, making the young boy scowl. He moved, causing his father's hand to fall back to the bed-mat. The child climb