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here is much to see, yes… but there is more than just that. The beach was alive with a flurry of activity, with sound, with scents, with tastes. He could hear the bustle and feel the energy around him, thrumming and alive. It was evident in the way that children bustled about, their parents watching carefully but relaxedly, while lazy clouds rolled over the golden sun. Spiced scents lick at the air, hinting at the mouth-watering treats which roasted over open fires, peddled from the carts of eager merchants. So when Tenebrae wallows in self-pity, the stranger laughs and hurries to correct him. “You’ll know if you try. You don’t need eyes to see… not when you have ears to hear, lips to taste, and…” He trails off as Tenebrae’s shadows brush against him, chilling to the touch. “and whatever magic these are… Curious things…” He reaches to stroke one, and the shadow creature balks and hisses at the touch, retreating to his master even as Nightwish laughs a bit more heartily now, reaching out to clap Tenebrae on the shoulder. “Come now… let’s go and see what else there is to see.”
He walks easily beside the stranger, never really letting strangeness dictate his decorum. The stallion is warm and friendly as he walks beside the blind monk, knowing nothing of his past and caring even less about it. For each creature was given his own chances for redemption, and the bard was far from the judgmental type. “When were you blinded?” He asks the question casually, as if it wasn’t awkward to do so, his tone matter-of-fact and curious. While it could be said he was overstepping polite conversation, there is no malice or spite to the question, simply inquisitiveness.
“We all have our demons and our limitations… but we are given the choice in how we live with them.” He shrugs, looking out to sea and watching the waves part for a dolphin to leap toward the sun, followed by a second one. There is a stillness now, the sun beginning to dip lower toward the water, casting a warm glow that seemed to paint the scene in a wash of gold. It is a peaceful place, he decided, the perfect summer day. He itches for his journal, to make note of the beauty with words, but instead files the memory in his mind, a place where he could visit later and relive the moment again and again.
“What do they call you?” He breaks the easy silence between them, turning to gaze upon Tenebrae with curiosity in his purple gaze. “I am Nightwish – fairly newly arrived, though I’m sure that much is obvious. Have you been here long?”
Nightwish
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