I've flown a million miles
And I've rode so many more
He was unsurprised when the other an asked him what he would remake himself into. Would he follow Poseidon and become a God of the Sea? Would he be alone and aloof for his life, or become a staple in a higher regime? Phrixus was unsure. The hot sun blazed above them, causing him to squint as he looked around. He would be lying if he said the question didn’t pose a problem inside of him. ”I suppose that I chose this place because while it is volatile and ever changing, it is also predictable. Take for example, the sun is always hot, the sand always stinging in the wind. But today could be dreadfully stale, while tomorrow could be unforgiving, harsh windstorms tearing away at the very fabric of this land. Trees down, people buried alive. And yet, it offers a paradise as well. It is changing, and yet, predictable.” He blinked, trying to clear the sand from his eyes.
”I am much like this place. I may change my path like the wind parts the grass, but I am forever bound to who I am. My ideals have never wavered, yet my path has changed quicker than the hands of a clock could spin.”
ooc: Sorry this took so long! <3 I also feel like it doesn’t make any sense lol.
Every day, a castaway
A vagabond, battle born
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