Are
There it was again, the gut feeling. The way she spoke of it all, of him, had his intestines jostling like snakes in a pit and his stomach doing little flips in anticipation and fear. A storm in his mind, a war waged between mind and heart leaving few surviving thoughts but the great question she finally asked.
To do what one can with what one have and leave the rest to the gods.
The rest in this case dressed up in flowery words and offered to him by the very gods themselves. Standing before him, offering him the tools to craft his own greatness. It was after all what he had asked for, but for a moment he hesitated.
Was he the cobbler or the leather?
The soul knew what the man did not, it had already decided the stubborn little man's destiny before he himself even had realized Caido was his new home. His hand hovered but an inch above salvation and ruination. Muscles tightened as he looked into the sparkling eyes and made his choice. A single tear loosened from a mottled eye and rolled down the stubbly cheek. No words, just a hand returned to where it could help push Are back on his feet again.
No words as he swallowed his greed and shook his head. No words from the cobbler who was offered the world and turned it down, why he couldn't answer.
"I remain as dim as ever, as stubborn as ever." the cobbler whispered to the god.
To do what one can with what one have and leave the rest to the gods.
The rest in this case dressed up in flowery words and offered to him by the very gods themselves. Standing before him, offering him the tools to craft his own greatness. It was after all what he had asked for, but for a moment he hesitated.
Was he the cobbler or the leather?
The soul knew what the man did not, it had already decided the stubborn little man's destiny before he himself even had realized Caido was his new home. His hand hovered but an inch above salvation and ruination. Muscles tightened as he looked into the sparkling eyes and made his choice. A single tear loosened from a mottled eye and rolled down the stubbly cheek. No words, just a hand returned to where it could help push Are back on his feet again.
No words as he swallowed his greed and shook his head. No words from the cobbler who was offered the world and turned it down, why he couldn't answer.
"I remain as dim as ever, as stubborn as ever." the cobbler whispered to the god.
