Return of The Blind Boy

[Kvasir 1121]

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The boy had just left the temple, standing at a short height with long braided snow white hair that fell down to his back. His footing weak upon the new land. Muddled memories of sound, smell, and the feeling of grass and decay. The boy still had a blindfold tied over his eyes, he remembered the old docks, he remembered his old friends. Though what was now was obviously new, and what was new was something to be seen. The blind boy moved forward, shaking old smells and memories off, for new sounds and noises, swishing waters of the docks. He knew it was a long time since he had been with water, limboed somewhere and marooned in his own mind and thoughts. The boy hadn't taken age, nor did he notice this fact, as if having been asleep the entire time. Memories of Vailor stood with him, still shaken off with every step. He felt sandstone under him, remembering the small temple of sandstone near the old markets in Vailor.

 

Fygmor's attention was drawn to the lesser activity of this new area, using an old bone cane to move about and poke at things. He was not at all used to this new realm, taking in the smells of the sea, he smelled of it too. Salt, and water. He had been with it so long, it clung to him and he didn't mind. He refastened his braids clumsily and his blindfold and waited. He waited for a man to come and find him, hoping that he would be found perhaps. Looking for an old monk, who never would come, he was alone by himself in the world now. After many days of waiting, he got up and began to set off with a hopeful innocent he'd find somebody waiting for him elsewhere. The smells of nature enveloped him on his wanderings, bringing him blindly around, he wished to adventure and feel the word, a world of smells and feelings. Back now, he was happy, the mists over his mind being washed away like a wave receding from the shoreline. 

 

The blind boy, who wore green wandered about, perhaps being seen quite easily by some, and recognized by others. This young elf with braided hair was out and about again finally, still but a boy.

[Chorale__ 2147]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

[Chorale__ 2147]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.