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Posted by Ash on October 4, 2008, 11:12 pm
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Ash cannot bear to remain in Solira a minute longer.
Everything about it is overwhelming to him suddenly, everything from the way the sand clogs in the feathers on his legs, to the way the air is so heavy with moisture, the way the place smells salty, and the way that blood and rotting flesh and grief and his own helplessness and meaninglessness all entwine together in one big mass of worry, pressing down on his conscience and conscious, driving him away from the ocean for now. But he knows he will return: he has too much stake there already to stay away for long, but there is a place he wants to visit. Desreal.
He has heard of it in conversation and so embarks to find the elusive glade. He has no map of how to get there, but somehow his heart (or maybe something else?) leads him here, across the terrain to arrive in this land of equals, this land of potential. He inhales deeply. The smell of salty air is gone, replaced with the bright, fresh greenness of a glade in high bloom. Most notably, it is absent of the death and decay in Solira. He can feel himself relaxing, feel the worries of his new home lifting off his shoulders as he pushes further into the glade.
He is unsure of what he will come across here in the mysterious land of leaves and water, but he is curious what the land holds in store for him.
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