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05-04-2016, 10:36 PM
The snake catches his eyes.
It is a lovely thing, what he can see of it, and for a moment his blood-tinted eyes follow it, tracking the restless serpentine weaving through the silver's mane. He let's the condescension sweep over him- he has met some others in his travels and this response is not uncommon. It is his truth- if this one will not believe it then there is nothing else for him to do. But he cannot look away. Eventually the serpent loses his interest and hungrily he returns his gaze to the supple, desert-born form.
He is half tempted to believe it a fever dream.
A dozen desert jewels spread 'cross the desert sands
Swept up by a child's careless hand
If they are unique, then is he the only other? The last fragment of memory that Seanan might cling to?
Despite his wandering thoughts, his response to the other's question is immediate. His skin shivers and his body lists slightly to the side. "Uncle". The familiarity makes him uncomfortable, but it does not show. Instead his sidles a little as if thinking, maintaining the distance between them with an exactness that is almost choreographed. Is this is dream? Perhaps it has all been a dream.
"To the end of the world." The answer is dreamy, voice softening to nearly a whisper. There is something different in his eyes as they narrow, and the sleepiness seems to betray something else. Something that would be more familiar in a sand cat's eyes. "I am seeking the gods' land."
Am I even real?
It is a lovely thing, what he can see of it, and for a moment his blood-tinted eyes follow it, tracking the restless serpentine weaving through the silver's mane. He let's the condescension sweep over him- he has met some others in his travels and this response is not uncommon. It is his truth- if this one will not believe it then there is nothing else for him to do. But he cannot look away. Eventually the serpent loses his interest and hungrily he returns his gaze to the supple, desert-born form.
He is half tempted to believe it a fever dream.
A dozen desert jewels spread 'cross the desert sands
Swept up by a child's careless hand
If they are unique, then is he the only other? The last fragment of memory that Seanan might cling to?
Despite his wandering thoughts, his response to the other's question is immediate. His skin shivers and his body lists slightly to the side. "Uncle". The familiarity makes him uncomfortable, but it does not show. Instead his sidles a little as if thinking, maintaining the distance between them with an exactness that is almost choreographed. Is this is dream? Perhaps it has all been a dream.
"To the end of the world." The answer is dreamy, voice softening to nearly a whisper. There is something different in his eyes as they narrow, and the sleepiness seems to betray something else. Something that would be more familiar in a sand cat's eyes. "I am seeking the gods' land."
Am I even real?
