and all we are left with is embers [earth]

[PRIVATE] and all we are left with is embers [earth]

Helovian Ancient

Stallion :: Equine :: 22.0hh :: Ageless

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10-10-2016, 05:07 PM

The GOD of the EARTH

ashes to ashes

The God listened with the patience of a river. Volterra was like so much upturned sediment, slowly and decidedly falling back into place in the river bend. But before that count happen, a confusion of particles had to appear; an apparent cloud of disorder. And then, as if by some unseen hand, the water would clear and all would be as it was before it was disturbed. Something similar, the God judged, was happening in both Volterra's mind and his soul. And, like the river, the God allowed the process to complete without hindrance.

"Haven't we all." The God interrupted, something like a sad smile on his heavily bearded lips. His voice was whispery, almost paper-thin sounding and tired. Bowing almost apologetically, the earthen stallion indicated that he was listening, and that his interruption was merely the interjection of an old man, and not anything the younger stallion needed to pay attention to.

A wider smile appeared on his lips, a genuine one this time. His emerald eyes looked overly Volterra with that same sort of sadness. So often he heard that sentiment, Aren't you tired of this? He heard it from those who visited him, and from his siblings. From the mortals, it was often offered as a way to ... to soften the requests they wanted to make from him. I know how you feel big guy, but how about you ... He didn't mind of course, he knew how their minds worked and this subtle manipulation he took as a compliment rather than a slight. From his siblings it was something else entirely, and in fact, it made him all the happier to hear from the mortals, if only to spite them. He had time for them, even if they did not. He always would.

"Of course Volterra." The God rumbled, leaning back on his haunches in a clear indication that he was making himself comfortable. The God's verdant stare fell kindly on the monochromatic creature, who seemed weary both in and out. Still, for the mortals, time was short, and normally they resigned themselves to only the most pressing issues. Despite his ability to peer into the man's mind and deduce the problems for himself, he refrained. "Tell me what is on your mind."