I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Sah took the bait; a noteworthy change from the young man who’d simply coasted through on waves of confusion a year before – alternating his thoughts to those he now knew and understood. Perhaps all these changes had come with swift alterations and the incoming, looming shades on the horizon. There could be other ventures to press. “It could be simpler things. Does she need more socks?” Here he laughed, but the notions were the same. “Has she taken others in, who require them too? Are the ningos a sense of security for Mr. Jozax?” And here, a direct pause, eyes coasting upwards again as he watched the gore crows circle back around – gaze pinpointing towards the water, still not liking that particular route for what he had in mind.
So, thereafter, he stepped over another nettle of thorns, changing their course, drifting away from the swamp and more mire-laden parameters. A concise line of thought procured along the edges of his mind, and he listened to Belial start growling at the birds in the distance. “Have you asked them?”
But the lingering statement cut and slashed in a way he didn’t particularly care for; feeling it down in the depths of his spine. Maybe it wasn’t an accusation layered upon him, yet it stung all the more. “I did not want to leave.” Nor did Noah, Ru, or Cordelia. Yet here they were, cobbling together what efforts they could. Solemn and quiet, immersed in the thick of those measures, he swallowed down the apprehension and misgivings brewing up all over again.
When they’d ventured far enough from the depths of the murky surface, his gaze cast back over to where the birds had seemingly remained unsettled – compelling, distorting, taking hold of them with Attuned measures, trying to find a bright, amusing spot in all the aspects flooding over. It took more than a few minutes, repelling all the other emotions waging between his veins and ribs. “How will you take precautions against them then?” And here he lifted his chin, jutting it towards the gore crows as three began to head their way towards Sah – with cries of meat!
So, thereafter, he stepped over another nettle of thorns, changing their course, drifting away from the swamp and more mire-laden parameters. A concise line of thought procured along the edges of his mind, and he listened to Belial start growling at the birds in the distance. “Have you asked them?”
But the lingering statement cut and slashed in a way he didn’t particularly care for; feeling it down in the depths of his spine. Maybe it wasn’t an accusation layered upon him, yet it stung all the more. “I did not want to leave.” Nor did Noah, Ru, or Cordelia. Yet here they were, cobbling together what efforts they could. Solemn and quiet, immersed in the thick of those measures, he swallowed down the apprehension and misgivings brewing up all over again.
When they’d ventured far enough from the depths of the murky surface, his gaze cast back over to where the birds had seemingly remained unsettled – compelling, distorting, taking hold of them with Attuned measures, trying to find a bright, amusing spot in all the aspects flooding over. It took more than a few minutes, repelling all the other emotions waging between his veins and ribs. “How will you take precautions against them then?” And here he lifted his chin, jutting it towards the gore crows as three began to head their way towards Sah – with cries of meat!
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