Perhaps no land was known for kindness, not really anyway. Life was not known for being kind in anything but small measures, giving you moments of a mountain top view before dropping you back into a valley. So much of life was spent trekking up, up, up out of the valleys, trying to touch the sun. You reach, fingers stretching, and for one fine moment you can feel the heat of it…
The world teases, tantalizes, and takes it all away.
In truth though, for all that was wrong with Caido, it was not so bad. There were monsters and Longnight and lingering death, but wasn’t that true everywhere? There was kindness in the people here though, resolve and resolution, desires and dreams. The girl mentions some other place, a place called Helovia, destroyed and lost to...well, Weaver doesn’t know, but she can imagine. To the plots of others, to the whims of destiny. The details didn’t matter. ”Sorry to hear it,” she says, trading their sorries that do no good but offer some sort of companionship in the pain.
Weaver just shakes her head though as the other girl responds. ”You didn’t know, it’s fine.” And she means it. She’d rather talk of them than forget them, rather have to admit they are gone than pretend they were never there. ”It does, but they are waiting for us someday.” In Mort’s realm or whomever else you believed in. In the end, she suspected they were just different names for the same god, for the same place.
The world teases, tantalizes, and takes it all away.
In truth though, for all that was wrong with Caido, it was not so bad. There were monsters and Longnight and lingering death, but wasn’t that true everywhere? There was kindness in the people here though, resolve and resolution, desires and dreams. The girl mentions some other place, a place called Helovia, destroyed and lost to...well, Weaver doesn’t know, but she can imagine. To the plots of others, to the whims of destiny. The details didn’t matter. ”Sorry to hear it,” she says, trading their sorries that do no good but offer some sort of companionship in the pain.
Weaver just shakes her head though as the other girl responds. ”You didn’t know, it’s fine.” And she means it. She’d rather talk of them than forget them, rather have to admit they are gone than pretend they were never there. ”It does, but they are waiting for us someday.” In Mort’s realm or whomever else you believed in. In the end, she suspected they were just different names for the same god, for the same place.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
