Are
A touch, a caress, enough to coax him to the edge of tears. A sign from one temptress scorned. Gifts, blessings, thrown back in the face of something far greater, and why? Fairy tales from a world long gone, and a measure of pure, unbridled stubbornness.
As the wind died down, so did his anger. Who was he to assume the gods would answer the pleas of a man showing nothing but contempt and hubris? No, he had been given his sign. A vague answer to questions asked in desperation.
With it, Are collected the memory of home and left the shrine as silent as it had been before his intrusion. Interloper in a world where he didn't belong, stumbling through the dark in search of something that wasn't, and might never had been, there. It was all for naught, to grasp for straws only to come back with snakes.
Gods, had he truly fallen? Gripped by a mood and put in a state of mind he'd always kept out of before. Hopeless. Hopeless, but not without hope. Not as long as there was hot blood running in his veins a path forward, towards what he could never know. Only guess. Smile, worry, and guess.
As the wind died down, so did his anger. Who was he to assume the gods would answer the pleas of a man showing nothing but contempt and hubris? No, he had been given his sign. A vague answer to questions asked in desperation.
With it, Are collected the memory of home and left the shrine as silent as it had been before his intrusion. Interloper in a world where he didn't belong, stumbling through the dark in search of something that wasn't, and might never had been, there. It was all for naught, to grasp for straws only to come back with snakes.
Gods, had he truly fallen? Gripped by a mood and put in a state of mind he'd always kept out of before. Hopeless. Hopeless, but not without hope. Not as long as there was hot blood running in his veins a path forward, towards what he could never know. Only guess. Smile, worry, and guess.
