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03-28-2015, 03:29 PM
Surprises were abound with Aithniel’s appearance (had one of his illusions come true?), and the Sun God actually turning to him, talking to him, and granting him a task. He’d somehow, out of all the figures, been chosen for this particular quest, and the lad’s heart soared. A fervent energy ricocheted throughout the growing, lithe frame, the chaotic shamble of sorrow, melancholy, and fortune favoring the bold churned in a wild crescendo, and he took in every word, every nuance, every sentiment made by the deity. You cannot linger in the past… - should he forget all the things he learned? Should he forgo all his companions, all his brethren, to truly reach for the stars? Or did the fiery being simply mean not to wallow in the sharpening angst, in the keen desolation, to branch out, to leap, to soar, without binding himself down into all the annals of consternation and regret? He couldn’t go back to what they’d had before; Arwen was dead, Aithniel, despite her appearance now, had left for another realm, Rikyn had disappeared, and the world was swiftly changing around him. The urgency in which he had to adapt, had to mold, had to alter himself was a precious thing, and the bright beacon was reaching out to him, allowing him the opportunity for success. The colt bowed, long and low, obliging and appreciative, listening to the burning enticement, to the ember ministrations, to the manifestations of impending, augured prowess – if he wrenched away the bits and pieces of tribulations, he could become anything. Why drown in the murk? Why sway in the breeze? The things he couldn’t have were a collective horde, an unholy magnitude, and even the most polished, avaricious, greedy of cretins wouldn’t be able to grasp, clench, and hold anything and everything, but to a youthful mind, the concept was difficult to understand, to comprehend. If the world wasn’t in his hands, what was? Strength, dominion, capability? How far could he go? How long was his reach? Prove to me you can move forward. The deep rumble of the divine being’s chords scorched against his mind, and he nodded, a solid, stoic affirmation, a lad presented with all the tools, all the methods, all the abilities, and now willing to undertake them. “I’ll try not to disappoint you.” He bowed again, a slight tremor in his wake, a slight glimmer of sedition and upheaval, awaiting the moment to embark upon his newfound ambition, upon his aspirations, to wind and siege and revel in the rapture of his potential. “Thank you for the opportunity.” He turned, winking at Aithniel for a fraction of a second, before yielding into the abyss.
OOC :: Thank you admin! ^_^ -super excite-
Questing for upgrade to fire magic.
Refusal One Refusal Two
