(se) eastbound

Anden

The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek

"Maybe it's best she hasn't." Without The Voice, Anden had found his own family. His own place in Caido. He was happy. He didn't need her guidance, or wisdom. "Besides I doubt she'd be pleased to know all of my friends aren't ascended." Anden chuckled.

Anden hadn't seen much. So much of this world was still past him. Just past the horizon. Unknown, but if he squinted he could make out the faint outline. His future was coming - he just had to be patient. "Everyone says something like that. They speak in riddles, but they seem to care much for their followers." Anden paused, taking a look at Aisha's doll. "She's beautiful."

He removed his doll from the paint mixture, blowing on it to quickly dry it off. When he was happy with its colour, he took a knife and began to shape the hay into a more human figure. Whoever Ludo was, Anden wondered if they were watching with a smirk as he did his best to recreate the deity. "I think... I'm going to leave this place soon." Anden admitted, turning his attention back to Aisha.

The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek