nobody can give you freedom,
but you can create freedom.
but you can create freedom.
Aumakua was a favorite place to walk, the houses that littered the area around the lighthouse were interesting, but otherwise not noteworthy. He just enjoyed the scenery, the area itself. It was far enough away from the city, that he could stroll leisurely along.
His son was dealing with their stall today, selling goods and the like. He was not too worried about the boy and how he'd handle the stall. After all, he'd been raised trading. This was simply a leisurely little walk, a breather, a step outside of the norms.
And because it was unlikely there would be anyone he might need to pay attention too, he didn't bother paying attention to where he was going. His feet were carrying him wherever they wished, and he'd find his way home later.
He had a picnic basket over one arm, packed with a picnic for one, or two depending on how much he chose to ate. His day was his to enjoy, a day off, from the crew, being a father, being a merchant.
His son was dealing with their stall today, selling goods and the like. He was not too worried about the boy and how he'd handle the stall. After all, he'd been raised trading. This was simply a leisurely little walk, a breather, a step outside of the norms.
And because it was unlikely there would be anyone he might need to pay attention too, he didn't bother paying attention to where he was going. His feet were carrying him wherever they wished, and he'd find his way home later.
He had a picnic basket over one arm, packed with a picnic for one, or two depending on how much he chose to ate. His day was his to enjoy, a day off, from the crew, being a father, being a merchant.
Elias
