[AW] Musings

[Iliad]

It is easy to lose himself in the depths of his thoughts, to feel the cosmos of his mind unravel and break apart as stars explode to supernovas. There are black holes opening and tearing at the walls of his subconscious and cracking at his brain. Iliad doesn’t run from it, he stares down the void and cradles himself in its emptiness. For the moment, it is comforting to rest in the embrace of his own consciousness and drift in the stories that paint his memories.  Solitude makes him weary, solitude makes him think and there are times he doesn’t like it. Iliad grows existential in the isolation. There is nothing but dusk air and the sound of a rushing river, the quiet lull of the water as he lay tucked beneath the shade of a tree. His wings are tucked tightly at his side, head leaning against the trunk as his banjo rest at his side. He looks down at the instrument and then uses his telekinesis, strumming quiet cords and he shuts his eyes. Maybe it is boredom that is keeping him locked in the trance. Both eyes open again and he removes the banjo from around his body and stands up.  Iliad steps towards the water and then takes a couple steps back. He stretches out his wings and gets a running start before he takes a leap towards the water, creating a great splash as his body hits it. Cool water hits his skin and causes a glisten in the fading light of the day. He flails his wings and droplets fly off of the pale appendages. A grin passes over his lips but he remains quiet, no sound passing from his mouth before he sighs. Even the brief reprieve from the loneliness isn’t enough, it tugs at him and he shuts his eyes and just feels the water race against his skin.  Iliad And I may go to places I have never been to Just to find the deepest desires in my mind

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[Pan]

It is the music that draws the boy in.  In his short (albeit memorable) lifetime, he’d heard singing and birdsong before, but never and instrument.  Drawn forth like a rat to the piper, he let himself be guided by the banjo strums, peeking from behind a tree to watch the gold and cream stallion plucking chords with his mind.  It was a curious thing, but Pan immediately wanted to know more about the strange music and the magic that Iliad seemed to possess.  Perhaps he could teach the boy how to create a song of his own?  Opening his mouth to speak, he almost gets the question off, but then, the stranger is diving into the blue water.  

Even better.

The scaled boy is born to be in the water, and his grin widens from ear to ear as he abandons the shade of his trees in favor of the water of the river, splashing as he trotted into the surge and called to the stranger.  Hey, can I join you?  Nevermind that he didn’t even wait for a response before paddling toward Iliad, turning onto his back to float with his belly toward the autumn sun.  This was the life – relaxing in the water with the company of someone interesting.  For a moment, the usually chatty boy is strangely quiet as he allows the water to comfort them both, but eventually his nosiness is too much to bear, and he flips over in an ungraceful motion, interrupting the peace with a barrage of questions.

Who are you?  Do you live here too?  I’m Pan, by the way… and you’re a good swimmer too – that’s important… Kasil says the river is dangerous.  Though, he’d yet to figure out why the sovereign was so cautious about the river.  Seemed pretty calm to him (or perhaps he was a strong enough swimmer to brave the current).  Wide eyed and eager to make a new friend, the scaled boy watches Iliad expectantly for a response.

Pan

Dawn Court

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