08-18-2024, 05:53 PM
There is something in Ruhr’s eyes, something behind the perfect reflection of the dusky sky overhead. When he catches sight of it in his reflection, he reasons it is the Moon. It is just a flicker, the faintest glimmer of the moonstruck. It is easy to miss, especially when there are so many other ways in which he differs from those of this place.
It shines especially bright on this autumn afternoon, intensified by the waning moon and the youth that is seeping back into him as the new moon draws near. The last rays of the sun illuminate his colorful coat, no longer dimmed by the dapples of age. As he carefully picks his way down the slope toward the waterfall, Ruhr reminds himself of his purpose in coming here.
He is not here to be Healed, but rather to see if the Moon will grant him a vision in the waters. There is no use in even trying to be healed, he reminds himself as he stumbled and a jolt of pain travels up his foreleg. The Moon would have healed him if it were possible for him to be healed, and if ever someday he were to be healed, it would be because the Moon had made it so. The circular logic drives the spark in his eye, the glow in them that intensifies as he draws nearer to the thundering falls.
They are more impressive when viewed from the ground, Ruhr admits.
For a while he is quiet, taking in the sweeping view, the way the setting sun glows through the mists, the dark stone against the crimson sky. He has some time until the Moon rises high enough to be seen, after all. There is no harm in taking in the view, he tells himself, or in slowly picking his way down to the shore.
He’d declined Deiti’s earlier offer of exploration; with his limp he finds no pleasure in aimless wandering. Flight is his preference, and it is by wing that he had surveyed the kingdom through the late morning and the rest of the afternoon. It was then that he’d first spotted the waterfall, and been reminded of the rumors.
He was not here to be healed, he reminds himself, and it’s not like there are any residents here to make the magic work. Lowering his feathered head to the water, Ruhr rakes a few sips before looking around.
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Deiti
just a brief time jump to later in the afternoon
It shines especially bright on this autumn afternoon, intensified by the waning moon and the youth that is seeping back into him as the new moon draws near. The last rays of the sun illuminate his colorful coat, no longer dimmed by the dapples of age. As he carefully picks his way down the slope toward the waterfall, Ruhr reminds himself of his purpose in coming here.
He is not here to be Healed, but rather to see if the Moon will grant him a vision in the waters. There is no use in even trying to be healed, he reminds himself as he stumbled and a jolt of pain travels up his foreleg. The Moon would have healed him if it were possible for him to be healed, and if ever someday he were to be healed, it would be because the Moon had made it so. The circular logic drives the spark in his eye, the glow in them that intensifies as he draws nearer to the thundering falls.
They are more impressive when viewed from the ground, Ruhr admits.
For a while he is quiet, taking in the sweeping view, the way the setting sun glows through the mists, the dark stone against the crimson sky. He has some time until the Moon rises high enough to be seen, after all. There is no harm in taking in the view, he tells himself, or in slowly picking his way down to the shore.
He’d declined Deiti’s earlier offer of exploration; with his limp he finds no pleasure in aimless wandering. Flight is his preference, and it is by wing that he had surveyed the kingdom through the late morning and the rest of the afternoon. It was then that he’d first spotted the waterfall, and been reminded of the rumors.
He was not here to be healed, he reminds himself, and it’s not like there are any residents here to make the magic work. Lowering his feathered head to the water, Ruhr rakes a few sips before looking around.
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Deitijust a brief time jump to later in the afternoon