Eik goes to the wild each and every night. It does him good to have a secret thing, a place in the physical world that mirrors the unkempt and unknown places of his mind. His is a church of stone and sand and starlight, untouchable by the gods themselves. But tonight something is different. He awakens with a shiver and it takes a dumbfounded minute to realize it was a shiver of cold, not fear. With nothing to drive him other than a certain nagging feeling, he turns his head toward the court and begins to walk.
(Three words on repeat: "change is coming")
A few weeks ago and he would dismiss the gently falling snow as an artifact of the white-noise of his brain. It is an unusual manifestation of his madness, but what's insanity if not unpredictable? A few weeks ago he wouldn't be bothered at all but the gods roam the earth now, and the wildest corners of his mind are tame in comparison to the whims of the divine. On one hand, he grows uneasy as the snow begins to fall. On the other, he is captivated with a childlike sense of awe at seeing the desert blanketed in white. As the snowfall thickens and visibility grows poor, he quickens his pace to a lope. The court is still a fair distance away.
Over halfway there, Eik abruptly changes course to intercept a poor fool heading south. "You're going the wrong way." He says plainly to the stranger, gesturing towards the court. "Come." It is not so much a demand as an offer the stranger should accept if he wishes to survive. The grey leads the way at a run, letting his mind's compass guide him to the unseen citadel. Weather like this, caution becomes a lost cause- all you can do is hope you don't run headfirst into a cactus.
He makes it to the court, finally, as the fires are lit. "Where are Seraphina and Bexley." Eik asks the first man he sees, gaze scanning each shape around them urgently-- but he can hardly see now through the thickly falling snow.
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I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if
E I K
the secret of secrets is inside me again
(Three words on repeat: "change is coming")
A few weeks ago and he would dismiss the gently falling snow as an artifact of the white-noise of his brain. It is an unusual manifestation of his madness, but what's insanity if not unpredictable? A few weeks ago he wouldn't be bothered at all but the gods roam the earth now, and the wildest corners of his mind are tame in comparison to the whims of the divine. On one hand, he grows uneasy as the snow begins to fall. On the other, he is captivated with a childlike sense of awe at seeing the desert blanketed in white. As the snowfall thickens and visibility grows poor, he quickens his pace to a lope. The court is still a fair distance away.
Over halfway there, Eik abruptly changes course to intercept a poor fool heading south. "You're going the wrong way." He says plainly to the stranger, gesturing towards the court. "Come." It is not so much a demand as an offer the stranger should accept if he wishes to survive. The grey leads the way at a run, letting his mind's compass guide him to the unseen citadel. Weather like this, caution becomes a lost cause- all you can do is hope you don't run headfirst into a cactus.
He makes it to the court, finally, as the fires are lit. "Where are Seraphina and Bexley." Eik asks the first man he sees, gaze scanning each shape around them urgently-- but he can hardly see now through the thickly falling snow.
- - - - -
I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if
E I K
the secret of secrets is inside me again
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Time makes fools of us all
