[AW] This grand show is eternal

[Eik]

When the bay speaks, Eik's body wants to sigh. This is the feeling he's felt, he's thought about so many times, and yet he's never had the right words for it. Some things you don't know until you speak them, others until you hear them. He smiles widely, and would clap his hands like an excited little prince if he could. How wonderful to hear your thoughts echoed back to you! For a wanderer, uncertain with whom and how to connect, it is a relief to know some of his thoughts are not so insane.

(you think you know the depth of your mind, but how could you- everyone who does, does not return)

Eik's delight is bright and short-lived, the gravity of the conversation pulling him back to earth but not without a fuzzy sense of happiness and relaxation-- the theme of this conversation, as it would turn out. At least for Eik.

"You have talent with words," he says simply, with a sigh. That tugging, is it destiny? Or hope? Or is everyone just pulling at each other, swinging each other round like stars in a galaxy? And if so- what lies at the center? Oh, we must occupy ourselves with the grandest of things- the center, the core, the meaning of it all-- if only we could truly be content with the waves, the sand, the day and its promises or lack thereof. The way things are.

But then we wouldn't be ourselves, and there is some sense of shame in that.

Eik's ears prick at the word magic. Oh beautiful world and all your mysteries. "Magic?" He echoes, he asks. It is still a foreign thing to him. It is not just magic that intrigues him but the man's lightness in speaking of a home he cannot go back to, at least not on a whim. Ravos- a name that gives wings to his imagination. A place he will never see with his own eyes.

Of course, the conversation comes back to himself, and he takes a breath. The salt air and the cold water steady him, they keep the sadness from carrying him away. "I wandered alone for many years. It might have been that feeling guiding me... But I think I was going away from one place, not toward another." He shakes his head, that in-between period hazy in his memories. He remembers picking up some of his scars, beating them into his body, and he remembers the exhaustion of a refugee. And of course the madness, which hovers still like city smog- better on some days, but usually heavy. "Any place would do. Somehow this was the first." How does one walk for years without finding anyone? Was he going in circles all that time, like that snake swallowing its own tail?

(I mean, seriously? Just- stop. Take your tail out of your mouth, you damn fool.)

Things are what they are, and as much as he likes to ask unanswerable questions, there are some things he inexplicably leaves be. He could have ended up anywhere, but he's here now. Is there some divine purpose in that or was it chance? Oddly that is not a question he ponders, although divinity is often on his mind. "Do you miss Ravos?" He asks suddenly, again intrigued by the name of this faraway land-- and its warm waters.

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There is no better way to know us
E I K
than as two wolves, come separately to a wood

@Asterion Daww I'm glad! I had a nice one as well! And no apologies, I don't mind long posts... They make me feel better about my own occasional monoliths xD