Anden
The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek
He'd heard stories about the bright and shiny coast of the Torchline. How it was a paradise to all, and home to the best parties. Looking across the coast now though, he wouldn't believe it. Darkness covered the sand, even the stars that he found solace in seemed to have vanished from the sky.
He wasn't sure that he was supposed to even be here. Anden was still learning about the deities in the Grounds, but he understood that as an ascended he wasn't supposed to celebrate the Old Gods - Just the Voice. Still seeing Bastien and Nate in the crowd relaxed him. Maybe everyone was free to enjoy the festival.
He rummaged through his pocket for the doll made of hair and straw. Kept together with scraps from his own jacket. Ludo was responsible for him seeing his twin - even if it was a twisted version of her. He thought it was wise to use something personal to him to bond the doll together. And nothing was more personal to Anden than the jacket patched together by his family.
The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek
In an endless game of hide and seek
