09-04-2016, 04:51 PM
ROMEK
The gods had taken the Deserts first, sunk it down deep under leagues of briny, barren water. And then they took the rest of it. The children squabbled, and now their toys had been taken away, and now the children scrabbled around in the dirt for something new to play with. Forced to interact with one another in such close quarters, the conversation had been buzzing, people trying to locate people, people trying to… Well, trying to make sense of the craziness. They were truly a people lost.
And he was no stranger to the anger. A small part of him rejoiced that it was no longer just him that felt this; that everybody in Beqanna now knew of the anguish of having their home destroyed, taken from them for no fault of their own. It was a petty satisfaction, but it was satisfaction all the same, and he grasped at anything he could have.
Perhaps this angry looking mare striding past is familiar to him. It certainly stirs something, although he can’t quite place it. Perhaps they had crossed paths briefly, back when he lived in the Deserts, or perhaps she is just a passing, memorable face. But he is brought back to his sand, and his dunes, quite suddenly, and so he pursues her, reaching alongside her with an easy spurt of speed.
”Somewhere in a hurry?” he says easily, glancing at her briefly. ”With that look on your face, I wouldn’t find it so hard to imagine you’re off to destroy whatever god did this to us all.” this quip is delivered with a slight smile, and a great deal less dryly than his usual – but then, dryness would be wasted in this weather.
And he was no stranger to the anger. A small part of him rejoiced that it was no longer just him that felt this; that everybody in Beqanna now knew of the anguish of having their home destroyed, taken from them for no fault of their own. It was a petty satisfaction, but it was satisfaction all the same, and he grasped at anything he could have.
Perhaps this angry looking mare striding past is familiar to him. It certainly stirs something, although he can’t quite place it. Perhaps they had crossed paths briefly, back when he lived in the Deserts, or perhaps she is just a passing, memorable face. But he is brought back to his sand, and his dunes, quite suddenly, and so he pursues her, reaching alongside her with an easy spurt of speed.
”Somewhere in a hurry?” he says easily, glancing at her briefly. ”With that look on your face, I wouldn’t find it so hard to imagine you’re off to destroy whatever god did this to us all.” this quip is delivered with a slight smile, and a great deal less dryly than his usual – but then, dryness would be wasted in this weather.
fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem