aion
the woods are lovely, dark and deep
but I have promises to keep.
but I have promises to keep.
He hardly notices as others arrive, hardly reacts as they push their way forward to inspect the note themselves. Only his ears betray his otherwise stoic nature, as they flick back and forth between each newcomer when they speak.
Words are burning on the tip of his tongue, curt and dismissive. He could tell the first mare how little she knows of faith (even though he has none himself), or the second mare how little she seems to know of Novus (although he is far from a native himself). Even the way the pale mare stands silently vexes him - but to be fair, most everything, most everyone is guilty until proven innocent in his eyes.
Yet for all his pessimism, in spite of his sharp and cold nature, there’s still a part of him that longs for wonder. He had been deprived of a proper childhood, excluded from the thrills of young adulthood - there was still a part of him that was young and proud and hungry for adventure. It was why he was drawn to Eros, like a dull and aimless moth drawn to the brilliance of an open flame - it was natural, loving the other man was natural.
But whatever this place was, with its strange statue seemingly guarding the entrance, was not.
So he stays quiet as they murmur and ponder, and his eyes stay upon the note. A frown works itself into place on his lips, as his mind repeats the words over and over in his mind. Time… he shifts his wings, golden light illuminating the note. The god of Time…
Finally he looks away, though whether it’s in disgust or frustration he can’t be sure.
“Perhaps the gift is in the warning,” he relents at last. Perhaps gods only like to test us to see us fail, so they can rest easy knowing they’re above us.
He gestures vaguely at the island. “Whomever - whatever - left this here wanted a reaction. Why else leave such a cryptic message? Why not stay and explain?”
There’s a part of him that wants to leave now and forget about this strange new world and its strange secrets.
Yet the other part of him - a stronger part - is still hoping for magic and mystery. That other part of him is still hoping he’s wrong to see the world so bluntly.
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