ANDEN
CHASING THE SUN
Anden took a seat on one of the nearby benches. Arialla had answered many of the questions that had nagged at him ever since he arrived. Looking into her eyes Anden saw how hopeful Arialla was. In so many ways she was Anden's future, and he was her past. As much as he hoped that he might one day be more like Arialla, and accept his new life... The other part of Anden feared the very thought. This wasn't his home. His family wasn't here. He had nothing to keep him here. Except for the fact that much like how the roots of a tree grounds them, there was no way to return to his own world. His own roots had only just begun to crawl deep into the soil of Caido - and it scared him.
Safrin. So much about the goddess reminded him of his own sister. Both seemed to seek out joy, and beauty. Ludo though, he seemed more interesting. Was he also tired of The Voice and her games? Would he even talk with Anden though, or was being an ascended pass him off.
"Did you ever figure out your desires then? If she wasn't able to figure out her own path here, then what could Anden expect. "Maybe its time you pay her another visit."
