reminiscing endlessly

Deimos The tournament, and circumstances extenuating and surrounding it, had kept him relatively busy, mostly in regards to how often he visited the infirmary. He wasn’t certain it could be heralded much of a vacation, considering how often he was carrying and healing wounds, but time away from home gave him some moments of pause and reflection. And sometimes he simply liked to visit old haunts – nostalgic and melancholic when the situations called for it. The Miana Pool had been an enigma, a legend, a story snagged and caught within the well; and perhaps one of the few times so many citizens and inhabitants of Caido had worked together for a singular cause. Before wars and away from infections and diseases...perhaps a foretelling of things happening now. He wasn’t alone, but he didn’t recognize the other man as he sidled along the opposing side of the water. He gave a polite nod of his head, crouching slightly to grab hold of a singular white stone, and pondered over its depths. His thumb rotated over the smooth polish more than once, thoughts segmenting on fortunes, on the way they’d been able to carve their lives recently, and on a very hushed, long and low breath, the Sword gave it a little toss, listening to the noise as the rock hit the water. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime