(se) eastbound

Anden

The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek

Neither spoke of their family often. For Anden he did his best to move past them. When he first arrived in Caido, he spent every waking minute thinking of them, and trying to find a way back to his loved ones - it drove him into a dark place. He knew better now, but he still wasn't able to freely talk about them. Their memories were too strong, the urge to find them still there, just beneath the surface waiting to bubble up. As for Aisha, Anden knew she kept her family, and her past life close to her heart.

"I don't know about it being a trick." Anden chuckled. An evolution maybe, a gift from the Voice, yes. But a trick, maybe not. All he knew was that it was no longer a curse. He once pictured the adjustments the Voice gave him as curses, things to fear, and feel guilty about. He was changing, becoming something not human... But he was still Anden beneath it all.

Anden stuck the spike through the center of the doll, giving it support as he braided the strands of hay around it. "I've only ever met the Voice... And that's really only to keep myself going." Anden flashed his smile. "The others though, they all sound so... intriguing." Each unique, and with each a new tale. Anden didn't know much about the deities in Caido, and was always excited to hear more. "Maybe one day we'll meet them."

The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek