[P] -- listen to the waves crash;

[Lasairian]

is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?

He wasn't giving it a lot of thought to where he was currently going, and maybe that was okay. Maybe it wasn't, but who was going to tell him to stop, to go back the way he had come? Not to say that he wouldn't listen or would, if that was the case. All of those things would be decided on a case by case basis, and Lasairian felt fine in how life had been for him lately. It all fell into place for him, as strange as that might sound to others. Or to himself, frankly speaking. Lasairian wasn't sure why he had ended up in this place, or why it was so fitting when he least expected it to be. 

Too many things had worked out for him to not feel like he somehow belonged. That he had been nudged in this direction by some unseen force. He honestly felt like he had, and it wasn't a bad thing. He was getting comfortable in this strange new life, and he liked where he lived, seemed to get along with most residents in general, and liked the field he was in. Being a medic was like second nature, though he was still debating where he should go from there. What area he should specialize in once he got up to that point. At least two of the options had his attention so far. But choosing would have to come later.

He was confounded by what had happened near the sea recently, because he had expected worse from an erupting volcano than this. Some odd path of lava rock bridged over the water. It was strange and unnatural in how it had been formed, but Lasairian hadn't put it past the deities to have had a hoof or two in that. At least they were saved from worse, as far as volcanoes went, so how could he really complain about it being odd? It wasn't hurting him, as much as it felt dangerous around the bridge, so he had faith that the deities knew what they were doing or how to keep it all in check if nothing more.

Aside from that, there were moments that the area felt like the highlands near where he had come from, with the waves crashing against the shores and the way the wind might pass on through. Sometimes those reminders were nice. Sometimes they didn't sting so much. Lasairian wasn't that today was one of those days, but he was holding it together anyway. He was relaxed and not letting the past get to him. But even with that, he was lost in thought and unanswered questions, which was why he felt a little caught off guard when he heard the sound of someone else nearby. "Hello? Someone out there?" he called lightly, turning around to look.

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