Are
Sitting down was more than pertinent in hind sight. The sheer amount of information that poured from mouth of the woman had Are just silently nodding as the pieces moved into place, giving the whole world a little more color than before. Just enough for the cobbler to realize how out of his element he truly was. Spell-bound, Are sat squatted down opposite Maea and tried his damnedest to not dismiss it all as the ramblings of someone long since dead. The more she said the harder it was to fit it all into the neat little picture he had created for himself, assumptions crumbling like ancient daub as more and more knowledge washed over the little dam of ignorance he'd erected.
He truly felt like a child, alone in an unknown world filled to the brim with things he didn't understand. Things he didn't accept like he had with the world before. Somehow it all felt more real, as if Midgård had been nothing but a feverish dream and Caido was the waking realization the world was not what he once thought.
Are chewed on the inside of his cheek. Rolling the ragged, soft tissue between his teeth and pinching it in hopes he'd awaken again. As a canine sent a warm, iron tasting trickle filling his mouth he let the bad habit rest for the moment. He sighed and spat crimson over his shoulder, as much in scorn of his own dimwittedness as the taste his bad habit had left in his mouth.
"It's a lot." he stated, finally breaking the silence that had taken his tongue for almost a full minute. "Far more than I could ever understand. Still, I want more. So tell me, what am I in this whole thing? I know that to myself I'm a simple cobbler holding on for dear life, but it seems there is more to it. That could just be my imagination though, I once thought I would be a hero."
He truly felt like a child, alone in an unknown world filled to the brim with things he didn't understand. Things he didn't accept like he had with the world before. Somehow it all felt more real, as if Midgård had been nothing but a feverish dream and Caido was the waking realization the world was not what he once thought.
Are chewed on the inside of his cheek. Rolling the ragged, soft tissue between his teeth and pinching it in hopes he'd awaken again. As a canine sent a warm, iron tasting trickle filling his mouth he let the bad habit rest for the moment. He sighed and spat crimson over his shoulder, as much in scorn of his own dimwittedness as the taste his bad habit had left in his mouth.
"It's a lot." he stated, finally breaking the silence that had taken his tongue for almost a full minute. "Far more than I could ever understand. Still, I want more. So tell me, what am I in this whole thing? I know that to myself I'm a simple cobbler holding on for dear life, but it seems there is more to it. That could just be my imagination though, I once thought I would be a hero."
