Introspective

[Keefy 2047]

 

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Art by bluerainCZ

 

 

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How odd it was that the cold gave way to solace, the man thought as he trudged the Rimevelds wilds.

The snow took in the sounds beyond the crunching of his feet, and occasional echoes from far away.

 

A quiet place. The first time alone he'd spent since his return.

 

Still marred by what he had gone through, he began the steps of life again. The duties, the love, the family.

The headache of watching mortal politics.

 

Mortal. A word he found himself using more often.

The actions of a mortal.

The mistakes of a mortal.

The death and life of a mortal.

 

When did he start thinking himself different?

 

 

Standing at a creek, he'd notice the trickle of red in the water. Their eyes met.

The three canines feasting on a singular ungulate, a rather well build moose at that.

 

He'd stand himself watching them. As far as they cared he was just part of the forest,

part of their home, provided he didn't touch their dinner.

So he watched and thought.

 

"What do we do from here?"

 

He'd look down from where he stood, down the hills he already trudged.

 

To the torn city of Haense and the troll villages

 

To the boats soon to leave.

 

To the Beacons that costed his sister her life.

 

 

"W'at do we do now, lil' Bluejay?" He'd say to himself.

 

 

Art by Jordan Glimmer

 

He descends, and walks the perimeter of the clashes.

 

Haense and Trolls. He offered help, a sickly medic woman, with strong eyes.

He offered, because the land was suffering. But so were the people.

 

His people would say the people are also the problem, sometimes they were right.

But this was him. He often didn't listen.

 

Mortals.

 

The word stuck to his mind as he considered the options. Considered everything.

Considered what he could do and why.

 

Why? What was the why?
 

Why was he second guessing himself?

 

So he stood there and thought, staring at the dead men. Dead trolls.

He took in the stench of ruined crops and rotted meat.

 

And he remembered to not think.

"Start wit' the girl. T'e rest will form from t'ere"

He'd announce it to noone and explain it to few as he descended the mountains.

The Bluejay began his work.

 

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OOC: I'm trying to get back into writing so I did a little piece here. Hope it's not complete ass.

 

[Sybbyl0127 618]

* Leniandir hid some wrapped up sweets in his pockets before he left for his walk *

[Criala 728]

As her brother went on his way, to go wherever it was that he went, the Lilac druid offered him a simple farewell and to be safe on his way. She turned, teal gaze lingering on his back as he walked off. 

 

Often she wondered where it was he went. He was never one to sit still for very long, not in all the time since she'd met him. The answer to that curiosity was likely to be everywhere, for he marched to the beat of his own drum and let it take him wherever he wished. Sometimes it took him to good places, sometimes bad. It's just how life goes sometimes. But he was one of the most genuine and honest people she knew. 

[Juno. 1276]

The Fox thought over the last conversation she had with her grandfather, his words echoing in her mind days after they were spoken. “Just do your duties, nothing else matters..” She muttered to herself as she continued to bake the cookies, wrapping them up with golden ribbon. “I hope he likes them..”