08-28-2019, 02:39 PM
i have loved the stars too fondly
He leaves Tephra early in the morning, the moon still visible as the sun begins to crest above the horizon. His black coat glows, the remnants of the night sky still splashed across his body. He carries night with him everywhere, unable to leave behind the thing he has been crafted from. His father was the sun and his mother was the world and he was the quiet darkness of night.
The day is crisp as autumn days should be, and so far, the sky is clear, splashed in hues of orange and yellow with the growing day. Aedan has not bothered to ask permission to leave Tephra, but he figures he’s relatively safe enough so long as he stays within the lands of his home kingdom, though why he picks Ischia he could not say.
The strange endless greenness of the place intrigues him, and the sandbar is open for crossing at the moment and so he takes advantage of the moment. He’d either have to leave before high tide or stay until it receded, but he had no plans for the day. After all, he was still a child, left to wander and play and live as he so wanted. Which usually, for him, involved trying to get away with murder.
He crosses the sandbar easily enough, though by the time he’s made the journey from Tephra to the Island it is well into the day. The air has remained crisp, the sky clear and blue, and he finds it the perfect day for an adventure. Having no concept of borders or the fact he’s supposed to stop at them, Aedan simply wanders in, making his way through the dense jungle of the island, simply looking, simply learning. Bright birds rustle in the trees around him, smaller creatures skittering underfoot. How different from his home of lava, he thinks, wondering what or perhaps who, he might find here.
The day is crisp as autumn days should be, and so far, the sky is clear, splashed in hues of orange and yellow with the growing day. Aedan has not bothered to ask permission to leave Tephra, but he figures he’s relatively safe enough so long as he stays within the lands of his home kingdom, though why he picks Ischia he could not say.
The strange endless greenness of the place intrigues him, and the sandbar is open for crossing at the moment and so he takes advantage of the moment. He’d either have to leave before high tide or stay until it receded, but he had no plans for the day. After all, he was still a child, left to wander and play and live as he so wanted. Which usually, for him, involved trying to get away with murder.
He crosses the sandbar easily enough, though by the time he’s made the journey from Tephra to the Island it is well into the day. The air has remained crisp, the sky clear and blue, and he finds it the perfect day for an adventure. Having no concept of borders or the fact he’s supposed to stop at them, Aedan simply wanders in, making his way through the dense jungle of the island, simply looking, simply learning. Bright birds rustle in the trees around him, smaller creatures skittering underfoot. How different from his home of lava, he thinks, wondering what or perhaps who, he might find here.
to be fearful of the night
aedan
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