12-27-2019, 10:00 PM
the ocean rumbles and you ache
Loess.
A simple word to call a place; unique enough to make it different from any place he has been to.
"Melitusa is the pride and joy of our Lord, you are to remain here. You will find her beyond your expectations."
He tsks, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as he continues moving away from the field and paths. Just a place, just a name, a name meant to be remembered like hundreds of others he has heard.
(It is tiring, but only he will ever know that he feels this way.)
So away from the field, the paths, the people he goes. A general place is in his mind and so like a diligent little follower he goes towards it. It is not one of the paths he had thought of taking (and so perhaps he has missed an opportunity he sorely needed) however when one such as himself is presented with something where nothing once was, well.
(Honestly, he should have just gone another direction, but the roar of the ocean calls for him, giggling all the while.)
He tries to keep her out, but a mother's smile shines brighter than the moonlight on cresting waves and the child calling his name is clearer than any shallow water.
The trees become more sparse and as the landscape changes, it is then that Soran believes he is in the place the people of Beqanna call Loess. It is then that he pauses among the rocky hills and simply looks.
It is then that he faces the fact that he knows nothing about Beqanna, because only a fool would believe that this land is without rules and sovereignty. From what he is seen, though, learning is done through word of mouth here. There is no court where one can go to retrieve scrolls, and there is most certainly no structures beyond the landscapes formed by the earth below.
(Something in his mind clicks, and while Soran would never call such things 'games' it is the only word he can use to describe what he needs to do. A game to find out who is who and what is what; a game not to get ensnared and caught up in something he will have no chance of distancing himself from.)
Fire crackles and chains rattle as they throw him before the consequences of his foolishness.
He takes in a gentle breath, chest expanding before he carefully expels the air. Then, he starts moving forward.
Loess.
So far there is only one person he knows that calls this place home. He best hope he can find her.
@[Oceane]
A simple word to call a place; unique enough to make it different from any place he has been to.
"Melitusa is the pride and joy of our Lord, you are to remain here. You will find her beyond your expectations."
He tsks, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as he continues moving away from the field and paths. Just a place, just a name, a name meant to be remembered like hundreds of others he has heard.
(It is tiring, but only he will ever know that he feels this way.)
So away from the field, the paths, the people he goes. A general place is in his mind and so like a diligent little follower he goes towards it. It is not one of the paths he had thought of taking (and so perhaps he has missed an opportunity he sorely needed) however when one such as himself is presented with something where nothing once was, well.
(Honestly, he should have just gone another direction, but the roar of the ocean calls for him, giggling all the while.)
He tries to keep her out, but a mother's smile shines brighter than the moonlight on cresting waves and the child calling his name is clearer than any shallow water.
The trees become more sparse and as the landscape changes, it is then that Soran believes he is in the place the people of Beqanna call Loess. It is then that he pauses among the rocky hills and simply looks.
It is then that he faces the fact that he knows nothing about Beqanna, because only a fool would believe that this land is without rules and sovereignty. From what he is seen, though, learning is done through word of mouth here. There is no court where one can go to retrieve scrolls, and there is most certainly no structures beyond the landscapes formed by the earth below.
(Something in his mind clicks, and while Soran would never call such things 'games' it is the only word he can use to describe what he needs to do. A game to find out who is who and what is what; a game not to get ensnared and caught up in something he will have no chance of distancing himself from.)
Fire crackles and chains rattle as they throw him before the consequences of his foolishness.
He takes in a gentle breath, chest expanding before he carefully expels the air. Then, he starts moving forward.
Loess.
So far there is only one person he knows that calls this place home. He best hope he can find her.
neamrel