Weight || Castile

[Krigare]

((Though it has been a Beqanna year I have chosen to pick up Krigare from where he left off. This post is based after the loss of Catile's challenge.))

How big, how blue, how beautiful.

He stared across the white-capped sea with a longing, possibly she too stared back at him. He knew geographically they weren't far, but in this case, they were six months and an eternity away. Not long ago it felt as though they were encased in the hollow, soft words whispered in the dead of the night. Before he had gone, she had sight. Maybe now it was gone? Possibly the woman didn't even know he was gone. 

He scoffs at the thought, turning his face from the ocean that now mocked him endlessly. His shoulders rolled, ignoring the pain in his neck he walked inland quietly. He could not hate Loess as much as he wanted too. Twas his fault he was shored here, unable to return home. His own failure to respond had landed him in the emerald laden lands. 

He stood quietly amongst the stomach tickling grasses, dark main floating listlessly in the breeze. Krigare tossed his head amongst the salt-laden air, eyes closing briefly. Silently, he imagined he was in tephra. The cool breeze turned warm in seconds, salt replaced with ash and flame. He could almost smile then. 

But the happiness he so desperately craved did not come, instead, he was awash with a crippling sadness. Maybe when he was free he simply wouldn't return. After all, Zephyr had her sight now.She could make it on her own now.... Couldn't she? She must think him so weak to dissapear from her twice now. 

He almost felt bad about his thoughts. He almost discarded them, but a deep rooted regret was seated in his chest. Perhaps it was the self created loneliness of Loess getting to him, or did he really hate what he had created for himself? 

//Short and crappy, My muse is not high tonight x\\