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09-09-2014, 01:49 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.
Not just any traveler, he was a returning child of Helovia. For many herds it was an old tradition for younglings to leave their parents and travel yon lands outside the border of our mythical homeland – yar, the ‘stirring’ they called it. It was a chance for youth to see other lands, decide upon settling down in this or another territory. I’d even considered leaving once upon a time. A dream that had been quickly extinguished on the day my parents died and left me to inherit only their memory.
Caenan stated a desire to make a name for himself. I smiled wholeheartedly, gaze softening in secret understanding, “Tis certainly within reach.” We all wanted to shine, create a symbol of our importance upon entering the door of adulthood. Get to a point in life where our path actually felt meaningful and before we died…our spirits craved remembrance. Would we pass from this place alone?
As if reading my thoughts and touching upon the sobering expression hidden behind a cloak of good intention, he asked if I would remember. If this, our meeting meant anything. My smile never faltered, vocals spoke with rich honesty and genuine intent, “I will remember ye, Caenan.” Maybe our paths wouldn’t cross again; or perhaps they would come together sooner rather than later, “In travels, should ye ever seek shelter. Know that Hidden Falls would welcome ye as favored brother.” This young fellow had all the potential this world could muster, just as Cera did.
Caenan stated a desire to make a name for himself. I smiled wholeheartedly, gaze softening in secret understanding, “Tis certainly within reach.” We all wanted to shine, create a symbol of our importance upon entering the door of adulthood. Get to a point in life where our path actually felt meaningful and before we died…our spirits craved remembrance. Would we pass from this place alone?
As if reading my thoughts and touching upon the sobering expression hidden behind a cloak of good intention, he asked if I would remember. If this, our meeting meant anything. My smile never faltered, vocals spoke with rich honesty and genuine intent, “I will remember ye, Caenan.” Maybe our paths wouldn’t cross again; or perhaps they would come together sooner rather than later, “In travels, should ye ever seek shelter. Know that Hidden Falls would welcome ye as favored brother.” This young fellow had all the potential this world could muster, just as Cera did.
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