Are
Behind the bright, warm eyes he saw enthusiasm unburdened by meaningless worries. A face not prematurely lined by endless days of always thinking to hard about what was to come, and thinking of the best way to not think about it too much. An endless cycle of work and worry that even when tossed across space and time left the cobbler on exactly the same square as before. A clean slate ready to be carved with stories of a new life, but left tarnished by runes of a world long gone.
He'd left the mound in which what was should rest vacant for far too long, leaving the grueling, bittersweet memories salting the soil in which the new life he'd found should grow. Now his life was left in some sort of suspended state, not fully left behind in Midgård, but no chance to return remained.
The salted soil still seemed receptive of new seeds though, hardy little specks of life that braved the frozen dirt and broke through every once in a while. To add what is to what was, creating what is to become. Old runes tarnishing the new stone. An old stone left unfinished. A story untold.
His eyes lit up and he chewed the inside of his cheek, brow deeply furrowed. "You know, Killian, there is this one thought jostled loose just now." Are said and smiled wryly at his new found friend. "There might just be one little thing I have in mind. A small... Project, yes, a project in need of tools, and books." he added and nodded to himself.
He'd left the mound in which what was should rest vacant for far too long, leaving the grueling, bittersweet memories salting the soil in which the new life he'd found should grow. Now his life was left in some sort of suspended state, not fully left behind in Midgård, but no chance to return remained.
The salted soil still seemed receptive of new seeds though, hardy little specks of life that braved the frozen dirt and broke through every once in a while. To add what is to what was, creating what is to become. Old runes tarnishing the new stone. An old stone left unfinished. A story untold.
His eyes lit up and he chewed the inside of his cheek, brow deeply furrowed. "You know, Killian, there is this one thought jostled loose just now." Are said and smiled wryly at his new found friend. "There might just be one little thing I have in mind. A small... Project, yes, a project in need of tools, and books." he added and nodded to himself.
