Confine me let me be the lesser of a beautiful man without the blood on his hands
Sitting, where he is, on a scrape of rock overlooking the rainbow geysers, Nate feels more at ease than he has in a long, long time.
Of course, that's not really saying too much, considering the state his mood's been in lately. More than enough weight on his shoulders to keep from ever breaking the surface, even with the buoy of recent engagements, the promise of a quiet Flowerbirth.
It's quiet today, under a grey, drizzling sky, the kind of weather Nate had never really thought he'd appreciate. One of the effects of his ascension that didn't really bother him much. It seemed he wasn't the only one enjoying the weather either, a small school of cloud manta's lingering along the coast, feeding on the short plants that grew along the edges of the rainbow pools, drawing the pale cyclopean gaze of the ascended.
Maybe, if he stays statue still, and if he's lucky, the creatures will wander closer.
Of course, that's not really saying too much, considering the state his mood's been in lately. More than enough weight on his shoulders to keep from ever breaking the surface, even with the buoy of recent engagements, the promise of a quiet Flowerbirth.
It's quiet today, under a grey, drizzling sky, the kind of weather Nate had never really thought he'd appreciate. One of the effects of his ascension that didn't really bother him much. It seemed he wasn't the only one enjoying the weather either, a small school of cloud manta's lingering along the coast, feeding on the short plants that grew along the edges of the rainbow pools, drawing the pale cyclopean gaze of the ascended.
Maybe, if he stays statue still, and if he's lucky, the creatures will wander closer.
NATE
