The Pinnacle
08-01-2018, 07:36 PM
but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
It was a time for celebration—that much even Mauja understood. He was emaciated, not dumb. There was laughter, there was warmth (he didn't feel it), and .. gifts .. rained from an empty sky.
An item here, an item there. Mauja turned his head up, his pale eyes tracing the things as they rained down.
It was..bizarre, to say the least.
Nothing touched him.
Nothing that he felt, anyway.
He hadn't felt her going, so he didn't feel her coming.
It was just him and Diego, and the now truly empty sky. No more gifts rained down. Strangely enough, he found himself blinking tears away, but he couldn't tell why. He wasn't bitter he hadn't received anything. He wasn't sad about it, either. He just felt .. cold. Alone. Relieved.
It was a confirmation that it was just him and his owls.
No one knew them. Oh, he saw Kiada, and Rexanna, of course, but they were merely strangers in the crowd. No one needed him, except his owls. No one cared about him. He could drift away. Float away. Become one with the northern snows, a ghost forever haunting the aurora plains.
A ghost and his owls.
Owls? He blinked, slowly. A long time ago, he had had owls—now, it was just one. As he turned his head to glance at Diego, he wondered why his mind had slipped back to old habits now.
But Diego merely looked back with his amber eyes, offering no answers to all his questions. Too tired to even shrug, Mauja turned, and left. He'd said neither hello nor goodbye, and he allowed his worn, exhausted body to carry him back north.
[ HOLY SHIT RNG?! I'm going to have Mauja find her in a different thread but shnngnhgnhng <33 Anyway yeah to conserve my firepower, I'm having him just quietly grump out of here. ]
An item here, an item there. Mauja turned his head up, his pale eyes tracing the things as they rained down.
It was..bizarre, to say the least.
Nothing touched him.
Nothing that he felt, anyway.
He hadn't felt her going, so he didn't feel her coming.
It was just him and Diego, and the now truly empty sky. No more gifts rained down. Strangely enough, he found himself blinking tears away, but he couldn't tell why. He wasn't bitter he hadn't received anything. He wasn't sad about it, either. He just felt .. cold. Alone. Relieved.
It was a confirmation that it was just him and his owls.
No one knew them. Oh, he saw Kiada, and Rexanna, of course, but they were merely strangers in the crowd. No one needed him, except his owls. No one cared about him. He could drift away. Float away. Become one with the northern snows, a ghost forever haunting the aurora plains.
A ghost and his owls.
Owls? He blinked, slowly. A long time ago, he had had owls—now, it was just one. As he turned his head to glance at Diego, he wondered why his mind had slipped back to old habits now.
But Diego merely looked back with his amber eyes, offering no answers to all his questions. Too tired to even shrug, Mauja turned, and left. He'd said neither hello nor goodbye, and he allowed his worn, exhausted body to carry him back north.
[ HOLY SHIT RNG?! I'm going to have Mauja find her in a different thread but shnngnhgnhng <33 Anyway yeah to conserve my firepower, I'm having him just quietly grump out of here. ]
man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
