Topic: Begin Again

Mist Gul

Date: 2012-07-06 17:33 EST
There were people who cared about him there. It was that thought, that reality, that kept him there, stopped him from shambling blindly into the night to risk the dangers there.

Saffron reached to him and kept him with her, letting him sleep in whatever peace he had. Simply shattered, mind dulled, heart aching, he was a fading shadow of himself.

It wasn't what he wanted, but that wasn't what mattered. It never truly had. He couldn't give himself entire, and what he could give wasn't nearly enough. The last thing he wanted to be was an albatross around the neck.

This dull and broken thing was not what he wanted to be.

He left a few yards of jewel toned silks with Saffron as a thank you, and simply left, his belongings still in his room. He left a short note in his mail box for lack of anything better to do, his writing elegant, his spelling and grasp of common poor.

'I wil b bakc I am at the beech.'

There, he went. Walking further down the beaches than he ever had before until he could neither hear nor see civilization. He drew a rune in the sands with the base of his staff, intricate and precise even as the dry grains ran down after the draw of the wood through it.

Once the protection circle was finished, he stepped within it, and knelt. His head bowed, blond hair spilling over his back and shrouding his face, his eyelids lowered, he fell into meditation, pushing away the hurt of his heart to find the lesson to be learned.

He feared the only lesson would be that he didn't belong there anymore than he belonged at home. He would just have to begin again.