08-21-2016, 12:25 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
He said he would go, that he would do their bidding, and so he promptly obliges. With the descent of his son and the continued reign of Ea, Tiphon realizes that it’s his duty to help nurture the kingdom. The Dale needs numbers as she needs strength, but she also still needs her friends. Curious, Tiphon is rather eager to roam and explore. It has been decades since the world truly opened up before him. There has only been the Dale; he is her prisoner, her guardian, and so he hasn’t strayed from the borders in quite some time. Even when he physically disappears from their eyes he is still there; he is the sun dancing across their skin and the wind whispering through the tall grass.
Tiphon arrives in silence. He does not fly, not exactly, but instead gradually materializes at the outside border of the kingdom. For a fleeting moment he wonders whether he has been here before, or has it been so long that it has vacated his memory? In the distance he can hear the roar of the waterfall as it drowns out most of the voices talking amongst themselves.
A few moments pass to allow him to drink in the scenery before he finally calls out to the family wedged in the bosom of the kingdom. They are here – he can feel them, sense them – but he knows not of whom. Many things can and have changed in the world since his acute absence. The monarchy is different because his son, the fallen king, has long since been devoured by the beach’s tide. Every kingdom sees the rise and fall of kings and queens, but they always move on – they must lest their home be overrun by darker minds. And so he muses quietly to himself as to the well-being of the Falls and those who currently hold it in their palms.
Tiphon arrives in silence. He does not fly, not exactly, but instead gradually materializes at the outside border of the kingdom. For a fleeting moment he wonders whether he has been here before, or has it been so long that it has vacated his memory? In the distance he can hear the roar of the waterfall as it drowns out most of the voices talking amongst themselves.
A few moments pass to allow him to drink in the scenery before he finally calls out to the family wedged in the bosom of the kingdom. They are here – he can feel them, sense them – but he knows not of whom. Many things can and have changed in the world since his acute absence. The monarchy is different because his son, the fallen king, has long since been devoured by the beach’s tide. Every kingdom sees the rise and fall of kings and queens, but they always move on – they must lest their home be overrun by darker minds. And so he muses quietly to himself as to the well-being of the Falls and those who currently hold it in their palms.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION