He listened to the voice(s) curiously, and though he didn't understand all that they said still their story carried a weight of aeons and a distance that was staggering to consider. Spirit(s) bound and freed over the lifetimes of many mortals, traveling far from their original homes to come to rest--
Here.
...Are you often lonely? And perhaps the words carried within them a wistfulness that came from a solitary crown and the secluding weight of duties that, once taken up, could not so easily be put down again.
There was no impulsiveness in the gesture, only a slow, calm sense of welcome as he cupped his large hands within the glowing plankton as he might do to hold one of the gentle moon jellyfish on their yearly migration. He didn't try to hold any of the spheres, but simply admired the living light of their tiny entourage that flowed between his fingers. You would be welcome in the Drowned Gardens as well, friend.
Here.
...Are you often lonely? And perhaps the words carried within them a wistfulness that came from a solitary crown and the secluding weight of duties that, once taken up, could not so easily be put down again.
There was no impulsiveness in the gesture, only a slow, calm sense of welcome as he cupped his large hands within the glowing plankton as he might do to hold one of the gentle moon jellyfish on their yearly migration. He didn't try to hold any of the spheres, but simply admired the living light of their tiny entourage that flowed between his fingers. You would be welcome in the Drowned Gardens as well, friend.
