[AW] This grand show is eternal

[Eik]

E I K
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How his thoughts rise and crash and retreat like the ocean. As the waves pull away from the shore, small pebbles and certain grains of sand roll after them. Thoughts, too, have that sort of power. That magnetism.

(Digression: Far away, a hummm of laughter and derision. We use that word for its poetry but, that's not how magnets work)

How often he's imagined he could get lost in a thought. It could grow to be bigger than himself and he could step inside and stay there forever. It is a fear of his. So while he is always reluctant to be torn from his thoughts, there is also a sense of relief. He is saved from himself, at least for now.

Eik opens his eyes at the sound of footsteps slowly approaching, one eye lazily resting on the stranger who stops and offers a silent invitation. He accepts with a nod, moving to fall in step with the twilight-kissed bay. The man seems amicable enough, and certainly, thankfully, doesn't seem to talk too much. But truth be told, Eik would have accepted the company of anyone. Perhaps it is age, perhaps it is loss, perhaps it is all of it, his whole life. Maybe there are no real choices any more, just illusion. Just consequences of the chances and actions of his youth.

(That, there, is a thought he saves for another time, when he can pick at it like a scab)

His muscles had stiffened as he dozed and he imagines he looks much older than he is, as he half-hobbles like an arthritic to Asterion's side. He shakes the sleep from his head and stretches like a cat- forelegs forward, belly half-lowered to the ground. All of this still in silence save for the shuck of his hooves in the sand. And maybe, as he stretches, the quietest of groans rising from his chest.

A bit of dexterity returned to his limbs, he beckons forward with a tilt of his head, and begins to walk. "Where is it we go?" He asks, eventually, sounding as though the answer is not very important to him. He does not get the sense that the other man is in any hurry, but that doesn't mean there is no destination... and if there is no destination, well, the scarred grey has no problem with that. For don't you know? We are always going somewhere, even when we're not.

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@Asterion lol no complaints here! we like silence :)