10-10-2020, 07:08 PM
It’s comforting, if a little strange, how two (near) strangers could have a similar story - at least in regards to hopping from land to land. Mesec envies Aletta that she could return to the land of her birth, his own had been swallowed up and destroyed. But she has a point too, when she mentions that home is a feeling and he nods in agreement to this statement. Faces flash through his memory, enough of them to be both sad and sweet. A crooked smile appears at her teasing and he unfolds one of his silver-lined wings just enough to nudge her gently with some of the feathers. They navigate the corner in the path before Mesec replies to her question and, unknowingly, answer her un-asked question about why he had left that peaceful place he and his family had made. “None, really. I think I was just going to wander until something or someone caused me to stop. I have an invitation to Loess, wherever that is, so I’ll check that out.” What an odd trip to the designated recruitment land that had been. “My children grew older and restless in the peaceful place we settled in and left to create their own lives - and after the last left, I decided it was time for me to see what else was out there too. So maybe Beqanna only ends up being a stop, I’m not really sure.” Here he smiles, his wings moving a little in a shrug and he’s quiet for a few more steps before he asks in a voice absolutely brimming with youthful curiosity: “What’s a startalker?” Mesec
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