03-31-2021, 10:17 AM
This world is so full of life that it fairly bursts the seams, even to his still learning senses. But it grows muted with each passing day, unnaturally suppressed by the otherworldly creatures that now roam it’s once rich soil. He cannot feel them individually, but their energy fuels this place in a way he has yet to fully understand.
So it comes as no surprise to find himself not alone, though he cannot say he was expecting her words. His eyes blink open, pale amber gaze focusing slowly as he turns his head to peer curiously at his new companion. He probably should have noticed the panther, but he had not. For such a worldly man, he has the rather bad habit of putting too much faith in the nature of his fellow creatures, regardless of what they may be. But it is what makes him Ten. The very thing that had led him to sacrifice his own life for the very existence of Beqanna.
In the end, he does not fear death. He knows it is simply another world. One not so very dissimilar from this one.
A small, almost sad smile crosses his lips as his gaze shifts from her to the aforementioned object he was looking at. “A crack in the sky,” he replies softly, his voice thoughtful. “Or rather, what used to be a crack in the sky.”
He recognizes the rather cryptic nature of his response, even if it is entirely the truth. But he has no better explanation than that. She would either understand or she wouldn’t. And as his gaze returns to her, the silvery amber depths filled with a new kind of curiosity, he rather hopes that she would.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any insights by chance, would you?”
So it comes as no surprise to find himself not alone, though he cannot say he was expecting her words. His eyes blink open, pale amber gaze focusing slowly as he turns his head to peer curiously at his new companion. He probably should have noticed the panther, but he had not. For such a worldly man, he has the rather bad habit of putting too much faith in the nature of his fellow creatures, regardless of what they may be. But it is what makes him Ten. The very thing that had led him to sacrifice his own life for the very existence of Beqanna.
In the end, he does not fear death. He knows it is simply another world. One not so very dissimilar from this one.
A small, almost sad smile crosses his lips as his gaze shifts from her to the aforementioned object he was looking at. “A crack in the sky,” he replies softly, his voice thoughtful. “Or rather, what used to be a crack in the sky.”
He recognizes the rather cryptic nature of his response, even if it is entirely the truth. But he has no better explanation than that. She would either understand or she wouldn’t. And as his gaze returns to her, the silvery amber depths filled with a new kind of curiosity, he rather hopes that she would.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any insights by chance, would you?”
TEN
@[aureline]