reminiscing endlessly

Deimos The sentiments were well understood – if not in opposing dynamics, the loss of information and knowledge was still a comprehensible frustration. While the Outlanders had been regarded rather poorly at their initial happenstance, for a variety of reasons, nowadays they’d likely find most settled into the fabric of Caido. It might not have been the same for those who’d started here, slept for centuries, and awakened to something almost entirely new; unsettling, enigmatic, and overwhelming, to say the least. Though with the void, perhaps they were all in the same place, lodged in the dark. The pebbles rolled and reeled at his discretion, plunging back into the pool again, and he used his silence to motivate them upwards and along the surface level back and forth. Torchline not being the stretch of islands, and nearly something different entirely, had his eyes narrowing, turning vaguely to stare out over the rest of the sea, as if his mind was conjuring images of such a place. More volcanoes. Likely less people. Not the hub of gatherings and population as it was now – even with Starfall lurking in the distance. With no other inquiries for the moment, he could hear the intrigue in the other man’s voice – Outlander distinctions being one of them. His gaze shifted back to the Ancient, long since having gained peace in the splitting of their lives; it wouldn’t have been the same years prior. “No. The Voice pulled many of us in from other places, and we could not return.” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime