atlas,
i hope you know where you're going, but you're just as lost as me
you walk with such conviction and I'm eyes-closed following
She speaks of her travels and her voice shades a bit far-off. Atlas fights off a frown, fights down the inner worrier. What troubles have hounded this poor girl? Surely such displacement was unfair to one so young. But then, he’d spent his youth in gilded blindness. Was that any better?
He whisked his troubled thoughts away with a smile, happy his words could elicit some feeling of light and indulgence. He really was bad at socialization, sometimes. “If you hadn’t marvelous wings already, I’d say there would be a noble winged steed in there to carry you about your kingdom.” He listens to her speak and nods, able to appreciate her disdain for the ruling class. “They say flighty, I say… adventurous.” He thinks most princes would find him flighty, too.
The laughter bubbles from him unchecked and loud in the night. “You see how silly I am? Here I am offering my profound knowledge--,” his voice deepens with sarcasm, head shaking back and forth in his self-mockery-- “and I have not even properly introduced myself.” He steps away, swinging his body in a very dramatic move, causing the flowers to sashay, and gives her the honor of his best bow-- the kind given by servants to their betters, the kind Nashira had made him practice till his knees hurt. It has been years since he’d done the motion, but it comes flowing back to him, clear as water. “My name is Atlas, wanderer of these lands. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, princess.”
He whisked his troubled thoughts away with a smile, happy his words could elicit some feeling of light and indulgence. He really was bad at socialization, sometimes. “If you hadn’t marvelous wings already, I’d say there would be a noble winged steed in there to carry you about your kingdom.” He listens to her speak and nods, able to appreciate her disdain for the ruling class. “They say flighty, I say… adventurous.” He thinks most princes would find him flighty, too.
The laughter bubbles from him unchecked and loud in the night. “You see how silly I am? Here I am offering my profound knowledge--,” his voice deepens with sarcasm, head shaking back and forth in his self-mockery-- “and I have not even properly introduced myself.” He steps away, swinging his body in a very dramatic move, causing the flowers to sashay, and gives her the honor of his best bow-- the kind given by servants to their betters, the kind Nashira had made him practice till his knees hurt. It has been years since he’d done the motion, but it comes flowing back to him, clear as water. “My name is Atlas, wanderer of these lands. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, princess.”
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