[AW] thick skulled

[Eik]

"Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls."

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'Solterra is a volatile land, dear Eik.' He replays her words, seeking the meaning hidden in every inflection, every tone, feeling as though language is not enough, wanting more. Wanting the questions to answer themselves instead of spawning more questions. 'As are its people.'

Their volatility makes them weak. And it is infecting him.

He wants to go home, but that place does not exist anymore. More importantly, those people do not exist. The sadness he had locked away is seeping through the cracks. He stopped running from it and now it threatens to catch up to him. He thinks perhaps he does not belong here, but he wants to too much to give up on it yet.

He is the first to show up. No doubt it is because he favors the morning hours, before the heat invades the day. "Brother." He greets the winged stallion with a nod of his head. The word sounds slightly flat. He does not salute, but his manner is not defiant-- if anything he seems eager to be here, to get to work. Perhaps he forgot the rules already.

(Perhaps rules are silly things designed to keep the meek in line, perhaps he denies hierarchical structures, perhaps power is self defined and comes from within, is not given or taken like some trinket, perhaps--)

"Shall we, sir?" He gestures to the largest boulder, too big for one man (at least this one) but perhaps if two worked together...

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E I K

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