Rainforest Cliffs
07-22-2017, 05:22 PM
I wandered, my head heavy with whirling thoughts I could near call unease in this alien world. Since I had begun the trail had grown even more crowded as shmoke and mist gave way to humid forest and my Wings ached for want of flight but still I could not divine the curtain of sky in this place. So I walked with no heed to time or direction, perhaps truly lost for the first time in my life till at long last there came a pull, a heed, that beckoned so to me. It was subtle to the point I thought it were my own thought save that I was utterly aware that I was compelled. The twitch in my muscles for the half beat was enough to warn me, for I knew myself, but I resisted not and went hither on.
No surprise I was drawn to his presence. Kisamoa. The name came freely to my mind as one did not simply forget that face, even one that changes. Before me are a number of others, some utterly strange and others from that deceased land of Helovia, and those stood clearly apart especially for their hard words . It felt wrong to say I was of Helovia and I could not wholly word my feelings on its passing. I'd only spent little time in that land, of which I know now was the beginning of this mischief for I too had been among that first party were Kisamoa revealed himself as he did now. What happened since my ears heard of in passing from rumor and heresay but the events were grim by far and disturbing from what I could reckon. Of anything I knew those Gods of Helvoia were slain and doubtless more if I read the faces right. I had left the land in its strife only to return in time to get swept in the events of now. If I were confused I could only imagine how others fared but unlike them I did not have the same fire in me for Helovia though I could mourn it in my own fashion.
Aside, however, from what pity roosted in my chest my curiosity was roused and it crossed my mind that perhaps through my willingness to learn the ailing and wary could adapt too. Or at the very least I would know more for myself. As a traveler this was a keen opportunity for myself and it would be unwise to dismiss.
" Yes, what words would you share with me?" I say aloud, speaking to no one in particular save toward anyone who'd be willing to humor me. " I know not of this place, nothing of true fact, alas, beyond cagy rumors. Rid me of my ignorance, I pray you."
No surprise I was drawn to his presence. Kisamoa. The name came freely to my mind as one did not simply forget that face, even one that changes. Before me are a number of others, some utterly strange and others from that deceased land of Helovia, and those stood clearly apart especially for their hard words . It felt wrong to say I was of Helovia and I could not wholly word my feelings on its passing. I'd only spent little time in that land, of which I know now was the beginning of this mischief for I too had been among that first party were Kisamoa revealed himself as he did now. What happened since my ears heard of in passing from rumor and heresay but the events were grim by far and disturbing from what I could reckon. Of anything I knew those Gods of Helvoia were slain and doubtless more if I read the faces right. I had left the land in its strife only to return in time to get swept in the events of now. If I were confused I could only imagine how others fared but unlike them I did not have the same fire in me for Helovia though I could mourn it in my own fashion.
Aside, however, from what pity roosted in my chest my curiosity was roused and it crossed my mind that perhaps through my willingness to learn the ailing and wary could adapt too. Or at the very least I would know more for myself. As a traveler this was a keen opportunity for myself and it would be unwise to dismiss.
" Yes, what words would you share with me?" I say aloud, speaking to no one in particular save toward anyone who'd be willing to humor me. " I know not of this place, nothing of true fact, alas, beyond cagy rumors. Rid me of my ignorance, I pray you."
