Your soul is connected to the world you're in
His body had rejected any ideas of movement for some time after the attack on the Temple, but Gideon was finally starting to regain control of his feet. He'd walked around Stormbreak a couple of times, but found that he missed the sun and gentle air of Torchline (his favourite place in Caido...if he avoided the Ascended-lovers that made up the pub-going population there).
Using a stick to somewhat awkwardly support himself on a trip across the sand, Gideon was peaceful enough; he had made a grave error that had resulted in a harsh punishment, but he'd learn from it. It would be highly hypocritical to complain about the God's lessons when he spent so much time instructing others to take them with grace; he wrapped his wounds, treated his bruises and thought on what he had been told.
In the midst of these thoughts, almost lost in his mind, he was suddenly cut off mid-thought by the sound of a scream. Quite where it came from he wouldn't be able to say, but if Gideon focused his eyes, he could see a shape on the horizon, like someone laying on the beach. As quickly as he could given the limp and loose sand, he made his way over: the jarring red on the beach made it clear something was deeply wrong as he got close.
"What happened?" He asked, wobbling as he knelt down and dropping the stick he held out his hands over her, unsure of what to do or how to help. "Were you attacked? I-I can try and get help..."
Using a stick to somewhat awkwardly support himself on a trip across the sand, Gideon was peaceful enough; he had made a grave error that had resulted in a harsh punishment, but he'd learn from it. It would be highly hypocritical to complain about the God's lessons when he spent so much time instructing others to take them with grace; he wrapped his wounds, treated his bruises and thought on what he had been told.
In the midst of these thoughts, almost lost in his mind, he was suddenly cut off mid-thought by the sound of a scream. Quite where it came from he wouldn't be able to say, but if Gideon focused his eyes, he could see a shape on the horizon, like someone laying on the beach. As quickly as he could given the limp and loose sand, he made his way over: the jarring red on the beach made it clear something was deeply wrong as he got close.
"What happened?" He asked, wobbling as he knelt down and dropping the stick he held out his hands over her, unsure of what to do or how to help. "Were you attacked? I-I can try and get help..."
You're dragging it down with the weight of your sin
Gideon
Base Code by Sky!
