Seeds to Sow

Caiside The woods are lovely dark and deep But I have places to see And miles to go before I sleep Curling his lip at the emotion in Sam’s voice when he answered, Caiside turned his thoughts over and over, trying to find the angle he had missed. How could a being so powerful already think power was boring? How could a being that knew what he had been judge him for wanting it back? The connection to the world, the devotion of those who served him, the adoration of all. ”What do you mean nothing quite like that? Is there something they are opposed to? Or... bored by?” The lack of a response to Sam’s question was glaring, an answer in and of itself, especially when combined with the colour rising high in Caiside’s cheeks. He ignored that as well though, instead leaning in close to Sam, as if he could peer into the other mans mind and take what he needed for himself.