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08-26-2014, 10:21 PM
Midas
Our time here is brief, our risk enormous. Don't waste the one or increase the other, if you please.
Our time here is brief, our risk enormous. Don't waste the one or increase the other, if you please.
He wakes, stirring, turning with lids widening. Those surprisingly familiar eyes find me. Emerald. The same dark color as Cera, I smiled a little wider, dipping crown slightly lower so we could regard one another more evenly. It became obvious within the first few seconds of our meet and greet that this one was a talker; much like many younglings his age and not unlike the boy I’d taken beneath wing in the early years of my life. He boasts of some fierce beast, to which I simply nod, granting the sought approval through another beam and incline of crown.
Lips moved apart, but instead of forming a reply I’m halted by his continued speech. Sentences that seemed birthed from a secret knowledge granted by the gods themselves (or the boy had an advanced reading ability.) My grin held, though gaze had narrowed, obviously bemused by this strange little yearling. He seemed unsatisfied with simply applying wisdom to older ears, yar, he asked for a jest.
A jest? Yar, I knew of none that would worth any merit, “How about a riddle instead?” I countered with a mimicking boyish grin; cranium rose, turning toward heaven to consider for a moment. “I run, though I have no legs to be seen. I possess no heat, yet I do have steam. I have no voice to let words out, but from far away you can still hear me shout. What am I?”We used to riddle each other as youths, it was a way to pass the time.
Lips moved apart, but instead of forming a reply I’m halted by his continued speech. Sentences that seemed birthed from a secret knowledge granted by the gods themselves (or the boy had an advanced reading ability.) My grin held, though gaze had narrowed, obviously bemused by this strange little yearling. He seemed unsatisfied with simply applying wisdom to older ears, yar, he asked for a jest.
A jest? Yar, I knew of none that would worth any merit, “How about a riddle instead?” I countered with a mimicking boyish grin; cranium rose, turning toward heaven to consider for a moment. “I run, though I have no legs to be seen. I possess no heat, yet I do have steam. I have no voice to let words out, but from far away you can still hear me shout. What am I?”We used to riddle each other as youths, it was a way to pass the time.
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