One Day at a Time

[someome 2053]

One day at a time.

 

The boats hit land without warning. From afar, he sees Brothers and Sisters immediately working to moor their boat with root and vine, desperately attempting to prevent the ship from slipping off sands of tilting. Others behind, desperately anchoring, some crashing into another, great Barque ships losing a mast or two from the sudden actions. He'd put off the fire fueling his Arks slower rate, coasting behind Berthas adolescent, ignoring the noise of keels cracking against dry land and sailing terms he'd never given thought to before.

They'd finally made it.
 

One day at a time.

 

The animals are wary. They don't know these lands but neither does he. A map and a name. But that's all one of his kin needs in the end, really.

Twisting roads already exist, by animal or man who knows. He walks them anyways. Sometimes he doesn't. All dependent on where to settle them. He tore open the hull of the boat that his kin made to house what he could prevent from falling to the mind-rending, volatile horrors that came from Mordskov. Sometimes he doesn't sleep cause of them. The permeating silence of the wastes they formed. The visage of Bertha being torn to shreds. They're still in his head, he's tasted failure. Work still needs to be done.

 

One day at a time.

 

All of these roads, some dungeons or ruins? Yet no thriving cities or people here. He hears that the others who escaped Axios have begun making cities. He stopped to help grow bits of the Groves but keeps moving. Wonders if she'll be mad when he gets home. Knows she will. Wonders what kinda toy the youngin' asked for last. He smiles to himself as he watches the last of the assorted bears finally settle in forests with other of their own. A strange blessing that this world somehow has similar species. Aspects have backup plans too it seems.

 

Of all the beings and creatures, animals and such, he took to his boat, they've all been settled in somewhere now. Safely, he hopes. He listened to the hum for days for each one. Made sure nothing of the areas balance was bothered. He'll still worry. He always does. So he works more.

 

One day at a time.

 

It's been almost a month? Maybe two. Raim flies to where the Suticans began building sometimes to check on her. Brother Hare still putting her through the nether, but Raim can never stay long. The climate out of the Grove made there is too cold for her. Silas is there though, so he knows the little one is okay. Mother Circle has finished growing, he heard. He isn't quite sure where he is. Stays connected most of the time when traveling, listens to what the birds and such hear the descendants say. Not that they're able to tell much, but its enough.

 

He doesn't really know where he is either. He had to throw away his boots not long ago, holes eaten through them. Be damned, the rest of his clothes are still the ones he came off the ark with, nasty and full of holes, covered in refuse and smelling of the salves he's made to tend to cuts and burns he's gained along the way. He can imagine Owl turning her nose away from him from here. Riv'su would probably dump water on his head like Kasfer did.

 

One day at a time.

 

It hasn't a name yet, this new Grove. He sees it in the distance, slowly padding across the plains. Everything he sought to preserve from Axios has been tended to. Kitteh was freed, and now swims the oceans happily. Unique herbs and plants have carefully been placed where they wont disturb the other life. Animals have been settled. Only his brood remains, dozens upon dozens of large spiders slowly tracking alongside him. Some of them feasting on dead wildlife as they moved, their children playfully crawling on him. He chuckles at their attempts to play with him and the older spiders, and finally reaches the Grove.

The brood crawls into the main tree, and finally rest as he does as well. He slowly walks the area, before descending unto the burrow. He could just stay. He could rest for a few days, or go to Sutica and relax there with her and the youngling. But this is a new land. New boots are found, thick trousers, and just a plain tunic. Someones placed his staff here. He smiles as the moss and blue glowing names erupt on his touch.

So he stands up and starts walking. He starts wandering. To check his kin, to check his family, and to check his duties.

Because this is the life of a druid.

Because these are the duties bestowed by the Aspects.

So he will do it.

 

One day at a time.

 

[someome 2053]

OOC: This is the first of a series of Atlas posts from my personas perspective, a druid series. Feel free to send me comments and suggestions on what I can do to improve via discord. Thank you!

[ThatGuy_777 220]

The all disruptive sound of crunching jaws would disrupt the Willow Druid's contemplation. Permitting a sigh as he gazed upon his now extended great shelled companion. Dining on various shrubbery.

"Mm...t'is a relief we're all like you my friend. All things- thick of shell to survive against the elements. Even so far away from home, you persevere."

The bulky tortoise shows little regard to the mali', still eating at it's leisure.

"Ayla. Eat all you need..."

A short lull follows.

"I should visit Hareven and see how he and his herds are faring. I pray they're all striving on... That reminds me, I need share my discoveries with him...and address concerns."

He recollects, offering a hesitant glance towards his jumble of miscellaneous notes and documents. A sigh of defeat escaping him.

[osumanduas 1442]

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.