Oaks
OAKS
you look well suited
like you came to win
It doesn’t quite feel safe to venture into the greener lands of Beqanna again. He’s spent so much time at the edges of the living world, trying his best to avoid anything that might be affected by his volatile powers. Sulking in caves, lurking at the edges of the desert and plains, the edges of rivers – he’s seen plenty of life, sure, and watched the changing of the seasons, but his own life has been a lonely one.
He hasn’t been around others in quite some time. His head has hung low with the weight of his heavy heart.
He should have been handsome and lively, adventurous like his forebears and eager to wander.
He should have been more.
Instead he is this, lone and lorn. In truth, he is not precisely depressive, not morose as the world he knows. But he expects to find no joys or light in his surroundings. At best, he can only admire everything from afar – he dares not draw too near for fear of encouraging a speedy death to it all. He does not quite understand yet that his powers only affect things that are already set to expire.
Today though, he spies something which encourages him to break his usual practice. Much like his recent venture into the more open plains of Pangea, his curiosity urges him forward from the darker shadows of the trees and into a more amenable section of the forest. He had seen her there, a glimpse of reddish hue, nearly fantastical against the swathes of silver and burnt umber.
Something in her movements, standard as they may be, spoke of an assurance that he lacked. She is unafraid of her surroundings, well-equipped for what may come her way, and he wonders what it must feel like, to be so self-assured.
Oaks chuffs quietly to her, still a slight distance away with a tree or two between them. He shuffles the half-corporeal wings on his back and lifts his head a little, though not much. He doesn’t dare to pretend he has the right for her attention (but he’ll try to catch it anyway).
“Pardon me,” he ventures, taking one small step closer. “I couldn’t help but wonder why you’re out here alone.” Even he can recognize the pitiable attempt at conversation, but he can think of little more to say to someone who seems somehow above him. Hopefully she does not brush him off as easily as she seems to shirk all other cares.
He hasn’t been around others in quite some time. His head has hung low with the weight of his heavy heart.
He should have been handsome and lively, adventurous like his forebears and eager to wander.
He should have been more.
Instead he is this, lone and lorn. In truth, he is not precisely depressive, not morose as the world he knows. But he expects to find no joys or light in his surroundings. At best, he can only admire everything from afar – he dares not draw too near for fear of encouraging a speedy death to it all. He does not quite understand yet that his powers only affect things that are already set to expire.
Today though, he spies something which encourages him to break his usual practice. Much like his recent venture into the more open plains of Pangea, his curiosity urges him forward from the darker shadows of the trees and into a more amenable section of the forest. He had seen her there, a glimpse of reddish hue, nearly fantastical against the swathes of silver and burnt umber.
Something in her movements, standard as they may be, spoke of an assurance that he lacked. She is unafraid of her surroundings, well-equipped for what may come her way, and he wonders what it must feel like, to be so self-assured.
Oaks chuffs quietly to her, still a slight distance away with a tree or two between them. He shuffles the half-corporeal wings on his back and lifts his head a little, though not much. He doesn’t dare to pretend he has the right for her attention (but he’ll try to catch it anyway).
“Pardon me,” he ventures, taking one small step closer. “I couldn’t help but wonder why you’re out here alone.” Even he can recognize the pitiable attempt at conversation, but he can think of little more to say to someone who seems somehow above him. Hopefully she does not brush him off as easily as she seems to shirk all other cares.