Ni'Srilan: The Desert: After a point I just lose faith

He was a lovely speaker. His mind for detail was exquisite as she became more aware of the way he saw his world. First through the brutal beauty of the sands and then through the gasping splendor of Canton. He described it in such a manner her heart ached that she should never have lived there, never have felt the dappled sunlight on her skin or heard the grasses swaying in their flooded field. Would she have been happy there, as he seemed to be? Would it have been better than here, better than the home she once knew? But perhaps the most interesting and pressing question of all, why had he come here?

She glanced around this desolate realm of hardy life; no matter what beautiful colors he used to paint the picture of the desert, it would never capture her heart the same way a rolling meadow did or the dancing curves of a stream cut mountain. His own, brief gaze at its lack of everything he had known seemed to justify her previous question. ”Why did you leave?” She breathed out the question, as if afraid saying it too loudly might make the world of Canton vanish before her ever fooled eyes. ”You speak of it with such passion.. it’s infectious. But it makes no sense to have fled then.” It makes no sense unless, as was most probable, a misfortune had found him. Perhaps banished, perhaps like she, running from a past that despite its beauty was equally tarnished. Perhaps Canton itself had withered, leaving nothing but hard memories to bear.

Her breathe hitched in her lungs. His eye for detail, she should have expected, would extend beyond seeing the landscapes surrounding him. She was ever grateful to meet someone like him, but ever cautious and all the more reluctant. She had a similar hawk eye, a fluent tongue for the subtle words of the body. It was difficult to find someone who had mastered this language of the physical shape, but she knew immediately he had and she froze. Her heart even seemed to tense as it beat, needing to keep moving but feeling the urge to cease as the rest of her had. Even the slightest inclination of her head would speak to him, the speed of her eyelids fluttering across her eyes, the speed of her breathing, the scent of her sweat, the curl of her tail against her shifting muscles. All of it spoke to anyone willing to hear, and his ears were wide open.

She sighed softly, the faintest of smiles, devious in its foxy way edging along her lips. ”Such things that you would due would speak to me in great volumes, but would never convince me in this manner to love this desert even slightly.” Despite herself she became visibly smug, her eyes almost ruthless as they probed against his. ”Only the artistic touch of your mind’s painting let my heart open to this dry hell.” She hated the desert, if only, because of its lack of water. Her coy smile faded, edging away into a thin line of a frown. ”It’s a silly thing really, for it’s quite common and yet I guard it as if it were some precious child of my womb.” She laughed shortly at herself and her foolishness. If Rune could see her now he would chide her for being so naļve and reluctant with what she had earned. ”The scholars of this world may find new capabilities as they learn more about the elements here. We transcend to new levels as we gain our ranks.” She smiled again, distracted as her gaze snapped to the side and watched the wind twirl the sand atop a dune. Her water itched within her to be rid of this arid place. ”To be precise, I can read the minds of anyone with my Apprentice title.” Her amber eyes slid back to him, the fear and the excitement and the amusement all gone; replaced with a vacancy of nonchalance. ”I saw into your mind, inexperienced as I am with this newest technique. It’s a moral issue for me, considering my thoughts my most sacred thing, but always wanting to know more, always wanting power, how can I so easily ignore what I have rightfully earned? It is a powerful gift, easily corrupting a wayward wielder…” It really was true, scholars were by far the most deadly, but the least capable. Before she’d earned the ability she’d plans to ravage everyone’s mind and now she felt like bowing and apologizing whenever she did. She sighed, exhausted with herself recently.

H U Y A N A
Water II - Bullet Rain - Apprentice - Solira
...R.aindrops. K.eep. F.alling.