The secrets we keep..
Time.
It raced forward. It stopped for no monolith raised in its honor nor any creature that was subjected to its cruel ways. Even the gods were subject to time, though they did not wither in the same ways the mortals did. Their servants without direction. Silasthein was familiar with time, and he could feel it catching up to him. Gone were his days as an archmage in Muramir, now he was but an individual without the flow of arcana in his veins. Silas had rotted months in Terrastella under the care of the healers who boasted their mastery across all of Novus. He had learned about the world he now found himself in, little by little. It fascinated him. Silas had dived deep into his thoughts as he traveled slowly across vast plains and wind-swept dunes. It had taken him two weeks to travel from Terrastella to Solterra. It was the place he had decided to visit next, as he had pulled from memory the companion who had quite literally saved his life. Locke resided in Solterra. Silas owed him, and he wasn't about to let a debt go unpaid. Especially not when it had such a steep price.
The mauve ex-mage winced as he felt a twinge in his shoulder he had landed on months ago. The heavens yawned and spit him out in Novus. That was what he got for tampering with dangerous magic. He smiled to himself as he passed through the gates of Solterra, adorned with statues of the deity he came to know as Solis. The god he came to understand as prideful. What he had gathered in his recovery was some of the court cultures. Silas enjoyed Terrastella, and had decided to make that his home. He was an adventurer, and could not be held down in one place for too long though. He had developed a fondness for Vespera and the traits she valued most. Silas did not reflect those traits, at least not many. He sighed as he came to a halt in the shade, welcoming the reprieve from the sun that beat down upon his back. Silas was exhausted from his travels, but he had adhered to the advice of the healers who had prevented him from perishing. It didn't help that he could feel his body aging once more. It had been so long since he had felt old. Silas leaned against the cool stone wall that surrounded the city of Solterra. It was cool only because it was coated in thick shadows.
Silas decided he would stand at the wall and rest awhile before moving further into the Day Court. He would have all the time in the world to find Locke and learn the customs of the harsh desert stronghold.
Notes: Ahh first post since my hiatus ;__; | Tags: @It raced forward. It stopped for no monolith raised in its honor nor any creature that was subjected to its cruel ways. Even the gods were subject to time, though they did not wither in the same ways the mortals did. Their servants without direction. Silasthein was familiar with time, and he could feel it catching up to him. Gone were his days as an archmage in Muramir, now he was but an individual without the flow of arcana in his veins. Silas had rotted months in Terrastella under the care of the healers who boasted their mastery across all of Novus. He had learned about the world he now found himself in, little by little. It fascinated him. Silas had dived deep into his thoughts as he traveled slowly across vast plains and wind-swept dunes. It had taken him two weeks to travel from Terrastella to Solterra. It was the place he had decided to visit next, as he had pulled from memory the companion who had quite literally saved his life. Locke resided in Solterra. Silas owed him, and he wasn't about to let a debt go unpaid. Especially not when it had such a steep price.
The mauve ex-mage winced as he felt a twinge in his shoulder he had landed on months ago. The heavens yawned and spit him out in Novus. That was what he got for tampering with dangerous magic. He smiled to himself as he passed through the gates of Solterra, adorned with statues of the deity he came to know as Solis. The god he came to understand as prideful. What he had gathered in his recovery was some of the court cultures. Silas enjoyed Terrastella, and had decided to make that his home. He was an adventurer, and could not be held down in one place for too long though. He had developed a fondness for Vespera and the traits she valued most. Silas did not reflect those traits, at least not many. He sighed as he came to a halt in the shade, welcoming the reprieve from the sun that beat down upon his back. Silas was exhausted from his travels, but he had adhered to the advice of the healers who had prevented him from perishing. It didn't help that he could feel his body aging once more. It had been so long since he had felt old. Silas leaned against the cool stone wall that surrounded the city of Solterra. It was cool only because it was coated in thick shadows.
Silas decided he would stand at the wall and rest awhile before moving further into the Day Court. He would have all the time in the world to find Locke and learn the customs of the harsh desert stronghold.
... The lives we lead
