[P] gilded cities dripping yellow

[Galileo]

galileo kodarki

i felt the touch of the kings and the breath of the wind

He tired so quickly these days -- age was nobody's friend -- and he found himself overwhelmed by the crowds, who had begun to laugh and dance and be far too merry for so early in the day. Even one who enjoyed alcohol as much as himself wanted out. He was yet to see the king, and he thought him rather sanctimonious for not being in the centre of a festival held just for him. Galileo thought the idea that Adonai was, as he had nicknamed him, the sun-kissed king, was quite fitting. The stallion no doubt burned bright in the centre whilst the rest of the universe orbited him. 

Still, the alcohol provided at the king's leisure had been nice enough, though it had left an interesting tingle on Galileo's tongue and he had decided to pause before having any more. He had once been told never to mix his drinks or else be subject to a deep drunken state, but alas, Galileo did not pay heed to such advice, and had been sipping on whatever had passed under his nose.

Unlike many, alcohol did not make him open up and become more talkative. If it were even possible, it made him retreat in on himself and brood over events long since past. That is why he now sought his solace, far from the madding crowd. 

Standing on top of a parapet of stone, the pillars entwined with forest green ivy, he peered downwards at the desert that swarmed beneath the stronghold. It moved in its own way, with waves like the ocean itself, and it was something else entirely. Merchants carrying their wares arrived in the front gate, parading one after the other. 

He allowed the fresh air to wash over him, and relaxed slightly, stretching his legs out in turn to stop them from getting stiff. 

"Never allow yourself to get old," he spoke aloud but to nobody in particular, shaking his head as he did so.

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@Jane

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