Aurelia
maybe that's enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity
perhaps wisdom is realizing how small I am, and unwise
perhaps wisdom is realizing how small I am, and unwise
He slowed down but, it was no problem for her. At least in her time since coming to Caido, she had improved on her physical capabilities a bit. She could keep up. Although she did veer a little closer to the water's edge, her feet willingly dipping into the wet sand as the tide swept up around them. She enjoyed the cool feeling from it that counteracted the heat built up from her practice.
Focusing on Milo, she listened attentively, eyes hardly leaving him. He dwelled on his answer, almost as if he wasn't going to let her in on anything until they got there. "Mhmm," A small, knowing smile pressed along her lips, her eyes reaching down along his jacket again. She quite liked him like this, even if it made her miss the dishevelled look she'd left him with before. But her gaze lifted back up as he explained further.
She took in the view of the ocean, thinking about his words, trying to imagine a place like that, or if she'd seen it since she arrived. She shook her head, "No, I haven't been anywhere like that before." Green eyes darted back over to him, eyeing his cool demeanor. For a moment, she saw through it, moving closer to bump her shoulder against his, but she was wondering more about where they were headed now.
What he described seemed mysterious and phenomenal and she was quite invested now. As they reached the sandbar, she came to a halt and eyed the ocean waves that appeared to have pulled back from the pathway as it reached through the waters.
An unexpected, sinking feeling thudded in her chest. Her eyes widened, suddenly reminded of ghost whales. A thought occurred to her of what might happen if the waves swallowed this path up, leaving them to whatever lurked in the outer ocean. The coastline was different than this; it was safe (well, as far as she was concerned, anyway). The last time she'd gone further than that, it hadn't gone very well. To top that off, she hadn't even brought her knife. She did not feel equipped to handle the situation should something go wrong...
He seemed to press on without hesitation, though. She tried to reason with herself. Why be scared? Spurred on by that and him, she followed, albeit slowly, at first. His question brought her eyes back up to him.
"Yeah," she answered rather bluntly without thinking, still distracted, "I mean, no. Well, you did! But..." she raised her brows and looked away, flustered, "it's fine. Really." She swallowed a knot that left her with an uncomfortable feeling in the back of her throat. "I practice every day. Seren always made me. A break from it is... probably what I need." She didn't quite realize she'd brought up Seren, though; the words just came easy because that had been her life.
"So can you really only use this path at certain times?" She asked, sounding more nervous than she would've liked, glancing back the way they'd come.
Focusing on Milo, she listened attentively, eyes hardly leaving him. He dwelled on his answer, almost as if he wasn't going to let her in on anything until they got there. "Mhmm," A small, knowing smile pressed along her lips, her eyes reaching down along his jacket again. She quite liked him like this, even if it made her miss the dishevelled look she'd left him with before. But her gaze lifted back up as he explained further.
She took in the view of the ocean, thinking about his words, trying to imagine a place like that, or if she'd seen it since she arrived. She shook her head, "No, I haven't been anywhere like that before." Green eyes darted back over to him, eyeing his cool demeanor. For a moment, she saw through it, moving closer to bump her shoulder against his, but she was wondering more about where they were headed now.
What he described seemed mysterious and phenomenal and she was quite invested now. As they reached the sandbar, she came to a halt and eyed the ocean waves that appeared to have pulled back from the pathway as it reached through the waters.
An unexpected, sinking feeling thudded in her chest. Her eyes widened, suddenly reminded of ghost whales. A thought occurred to her of what might happen if the waves swallowed this path up, leaving them to whatever lurked in the outer ocean. The coastline was different than this; it was safe (well, as far as she was concerned, anyway). The last time she'd gone further than that, it hadn't gone very well. To top that off, she hadn't even brought her knife. She did not feel equipped to handle the situation should something go wrong...
He seemed to press on without hesitation, though. She tried to reason with herself. Why be scared? Spurred on by that and him, she followed, albeit slowly, at first. His question brought her eyes back up to him.
"Yeah," she answered rather bluntly without thinking, still distracted, "I mean, no. Well, you did! But..." she raised her brows and looked away, flustered, "it's fine. Really." She swallowed a knot that left her with an uncomfortable feeling in the back of her throat. "I practice every day. Seren always made me. A break from it is... probably what I need." She didn't quite realize she'd brought up Seren, though; the words just came easy because that had been her life.
"So can you really only use this path at certain times?" She asked, sounding more nervous than she would've liked, glancing back the way they'd come.
and how far I have yet to go
