11-09-2024, 02:13 PM
I try to seem more patient than I feel as he considers his answer, managing to keep from verbally urging him to think faster and instead just regard him with an intense amber stare. The expression transforms immediately upon his reply, replaced by concern, then hope, and finally melts into nostalgia and a droop of my head as I admit: “I was learning with my sisters, too. They all picked it up so much quicker than I did.”
It might have to wait until he’s a horse again, Clopin says, and I nod. That seems to make sense, and I nod even as I consider how to answer the question of how my Drifting had gone that last time.
“Well, I ended up here.” I begin, “In Beqanna, I mean. If that’s still where I am. I’ve been wandering for a while, and oh…right. How it went. I just closed my eyes, and concentrated on appearing beside Kit, my sister, on the next dune over and then the next moment, I was in some place called the Forest?” I hadn’t felt any of the tingling, or the burning, or the ecstasy that my sisters described as the sensation of their individual Drifting ability. There’d just been nothing at all.
My efforts since have been as fruitless as any I’d tried back in Honii; I’ve been forced to travel by foot through this unfamiliar world. No one here has heard of the Emerald Sea, and I’ve abandoned my efforts to find my way back home by walking. It will take Drifting to get me back, I know, and I am eager to see if @Clopin can teach me.
It might have to wait until he’s a horse again, Clopin says, and I nod. That seems to make sense, and I nod even as I consider how to answer the question of how my Drifting had gone that last time.
“Well, I ended up here.” I begin, “In Beqanna, I mean. If that’s still where I am. I’ve been wandering for a while, and oh…right. How it went. I just closed my eyes, and concentrated on appearing beside Kit, my sister, on the next dune over and then the next moment, I was in some place called the Forest?” I hadn’t felt any of the tingling, or the burning, or the ecstasy that my sisters described as the sensation of their individual Drifting ability. There’d just been nothing at all.
My efforts since have been as fruitless as any I’d tried back in Honii; I’ve been forced to travel by foot through this unfamiliar world. No one here has heard of the Emerald Sea, and I’ve abandoned my efforts to find my way back home by walking. It will take Drifting to get me back, I know, and I am eager to see if @Clopin can teach me.