Rufio,
There is a chill which cannot leave Rufio, despite the warmth of the harsh desert sun. As he stands beneath the monolithic walls of the canyon, he feels suddenly small and insignificant, staring at the stranger as she stares back at him, in a way that suggested she could see into his very soul. Of course, such things were nonsense… but the boy shivers anyway, willing away the feeling of death which washes over him. He blinks back at her, setting his jaw in a stubborn bite as he refuses to look away (even if every piece of him is telling him to run far from here). Instead, he waits… he has to know.
When she says she is a god (no, when she says she is God), he snorts in derision. IT is only then that his swagger is back, and he offers her something of a sneering smile. Not sure if you’ve heard, but apparently Solis is the one true god around here… While I don’t give a shit about politics and religion, you’ll surely be corrected by the others… they seem quiet a pious bunch. There is an ease to his tone, which suggests that he does not care for the consequences of his words, even if he should be afraid or reverent around Eshek.
What are you doing around here anyway? If you are, in fact, a god… it seems that the mighty must have fallen to bring you to a shithole like this. What’d you do to curse yourself in such a way? Surely, no one would come to Solterra of their own volition. Hell, Rufio wouldn’t be here if he could figure out a way to leave. As the sand itches beneath his chains, he is reminded with every step of how much he longed to be back in Neverland, enjoying the ocean breezes and tropical weather.
Perhaps you know a way out? Personally, I’ve never been much for red clay and sunburns. I need to get back to Neverland. But deep down, Rufio knows there is no going back. It is the child in him that holds a stream of hope, even when the weight of reality lay heavy on his shoulders. There could be only marching forward in this strange new world, whether he wanted to accept it or not.
mischief managed.
@Eshek | "speaks" | notes: thanks for your patience, busy times around here
