It's an ache of familiarity, to be instructed in the archaic, primordial laws of this land. There were so many differences he could not grasp in his hands, spilling over like water from between his fingers and across his wrists. A peace of society at odds with the invasions and wars and bloodlet he had witnessed as a child. Yet they still kept each other at arm's length, so different from the physicality of his history. They had been so desperate to keep each other close, and these bodies were perfect receptacles for such motions. So why did they still remain at such a distance? And why did they not band together as he was used to, when the earth and her children had proven time and again that strength would always lay in numbers?
Shaking his head with a soft sigh at the notions that tumble and fight within his mind, Cera focuses instead on the resonating timbre of the man's voice, the knowledge it heralds. "Thank you for the kindness of your offer," he says sincerely, lifting his verdant eyes to the azure of the man before him. "There is so much to learn, I often don't know what to ask. But if you will entertain my naivety, I would appreciate answers in the future as I come up with suitable questions." Spoken with a wry grin at his own lack of questions in the immediate moment after the offer is proposed.
Then there is no further time for questions or answers on either side, the hunt swift and brutal and the end fittingly parallel. In contrast, the man's subdued smile only brightens Cera's countenance farther at having elicited it in the first place. Cera is sufficiently distracted by the display of magic following so quickly after the man's words hail his gaze, eagerly watching the show as a cart is formed from the light that surrounds the man's hands. "Amazing!" he chirrups, eyes glistening with curiosity. "What are the limitations of a magic like that?" For nothing ever came without a cost, a balance.
There are no further words offered or exchanged after his question as the man procures a knife and sets about field stripping the deer. It's a familiar motion, but one that is best done with a singular pair of hands. In the meantime, Cera closes his eyes and sends up a quiet thanks to the forest, to the earth, to the God that may govern it for the meal they have been given. For the bounty it holds beyond meat, the security its sacrifice will award them. And as the blood drains into the earth, he steps forward, prepared to help haul the carcass onto the cart for transfer.
Shaking his head with a soft sigh at the notions that tumble and fight within his mind, Cera focuses instead on the resonating timbre of the man's voice, the knowledge it heralds. "Thank you for the kindness of your offer," he says sincerely, lifting his verdant eyes to the azure of the man before him. "There is so much to learn, I often don't know what to ask. But if you will entertain my naivety, I would appreciate answers in the future as I come up with suitable questions." Spoken with a wry grin at his own lack of questions in the immediate moment after the offer is proposed.
Then there is no further time for questions or answers on either side, the hunt swift and brutal and the end fittingly parallel. In contrast, the man's subdued smile only brightens Cera's countenance farther at having elicited it in the first place. Cera is sufficiently distracted by the display of magic following so quickly after the man's words hail his gaze, eagerly watching the show as a cart is formed from the light that surrounds the man's hands. "Amazing!" he chirrups, eyes glistening with curiosity. "What are the limitations of a magic like that?" For nothing ever came without a cost, a balance.
There are no further words offered or exchanged after his question as the man procures a knife and sets about field stripping the deer. It's a familiar motion, but one that is best done with a singular pair of hands. In the meantime, Cera closes his eyes and sends up a quiet thanks to the forest, to the earth, to the God that may govern it for the meal they have been given. For the bounty it holds beyond meat, the security its sacrifice will award them. And as the blood drains into the earth, he steps forward, prepared to help haul the carcass onto the cart for transfer.
Cera
The worst in me could bring out the best in you
