Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
It was rare that Nate found himself seeking out peaceful vistas, over bustle and motion, solitude over people and crowds, but he had found himself in a mood lately, dissatisfaction and contentment both warring in his chest to be the loudest, with neither of them winning, leaving him in a lurch.
Maybe the rainbow stones and geysers wouldn't help balm whatever emotional struggles he was working through, that he refused to give too much thought to, but at least it was a distracting vista, especially in the moonlight, when the water that clung to everything sparkled like the stars above. It was pretty, just enough that his gaze never had to settle on any one thing, and leave him without that distraction, that excuse to focus outside of himself.
Nate picked a spot among the rocks, on the edge of the geyser field, and sat, still as only the ascended could be, staring out over the horizon, over the ocean that crashed just a little bit further along. Beyond his stillness though, he made no effort to hide, to avoid anyone who might come upon him.
Maybe the rainbow stones and geysers wouldn't help balm whatever emotional struggles he was working through, that he refused to give too much thought to, but at least it was a distracting vista, especially in the moonlight, when the water that clung to everything sparkled like the stars above. It was pretty, just enough that his gaze never had to settle on any one thing, and leave him without that distraction, that excuse to focus outside of himself.
Nate picked a spot among the rocks, on the edge of the geyser field, and sat, still as only the ascended could be, staring out over the horizon, over the ocean that crashed just a little bit further along. Beyond his stillness though, he made no effort to hide, to avoid anyone who might come upon him.
NATE
