Some time had passed since he’d crossed paths with anyone.
He’d resolved to believe that that was a good thing, maybe even the best thing possible. It had given him the opportunity to settle into what he was, without the influence of his sister or other scattered acquaintances. Not that Nerve hadn’t enjoyed the time spent with Mazikeen and Spirit, or the early years spent with his sister - he’d grown then too somewhat, he thinks. But these past few years have been different in their solitude, and he’d used his time to explore his abilities - learning to seamlessly change and meld from one whim to the next and discovering even stranger things not seen on a typical day.
The ripples on the pond are hypnotic, and he’s nearly drawn to sleep as he watches them fan and grow. Not in the mood for sleep however, he wades into the chilly, practically opaque, green waters, content for a moment to let the cold rouse him from his near-plunge into the dream world. But his contentment is short-lived, and suddenly bored of being chin deep in the stagnant pond, he finds the pulling desire to glide, and his body answers with a transformation into a large, white swan.
His thoughts began to mirror the lazy strokes he swam across the reflective surface, moving back and forth and back and forth between Quietude, their mother, and his friends. Nerve wondered what they’ve been up - who they’ve met, what they’ve seen, what they’ve felt. Had they improved their abilities like he had?
Tucking his beak neatly behind a wing, he sighed, unable to get away from the one question he didn’t want to consider, but unable to stop it from coalescing all the same - did they miss him like he missed them?
@[Jassal]
He’d resolved to believe that that was a good thing, maybe even the best thing possible. It had given him the opportunity to settle into what he was, without the influence of his sister or other scattered acquaintances. Not that Nerve hadn’t enjoyed the time spent with Mazikeen and Spirit, or the early years spent with his sister - he’d grown then too somewhat, he thinks. But these past few years have been different in their solitude, and he’d used his time to explore his abilities - learning to seamlessly change and meld from one whim to the next and discovering even stranger things not seen on a typical day.
The ripples on the pond are hypnotic, and he’s nearly drawn to sleep as he watches them fan and grow. Not in the mood for sleep however, he wades into the chilly, practically opaque, green waters, content for a moment to let the cold rouse him from his near-plunge into the dream world. But his contentment is short-lived, and suddenly bored of being chin deep in the stagnant pond, he finds the pulling desire to glide, and his body answers with a transformation into a large, white swan.
His thoughts began to mirror the lazy strokes he swam across the reflective surface, moving back and forth and back and forth between Quietude, their mother, and his friends. Nerve wondered what they’ve been up - who they’ve met, what they’ve seen, what they’ve felt. Had they improved their abilities like he had?
Tucking his beak neatly behind a wing, he sighed, unable to get away from the one question he didn’t want to consider, but unable to stop it from coalescing all the same - did they miss him like he missed them?
@[Jassal]