The Truths of Man
Wind
"If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees."
--Khalil Gibran
It was calling.
He knew the call and wondered how long he could resist it and remain here on this continent. It was a funny thing, the call and Renne knew he would never be able to ignore it for long. Briefly, he thought back to his days before Rhy'Din. They had been spent largely at sea, but he didn't have the fortune then of learning the way of shipmen beyond what he heard them say. In the last thirteen years of his travels, Renne had found the call come to him more than half of that time.
And now, it called on the back of a question.
The creature had come to him as he sat on the docks listening to the freezing ocean. Half of him still wondered what was out there, beyond the next horizon. Half of him cried out for what was lost. Its radiance was missed on him as it approached, whispering its eternal question. It placed an hourglass beside him and as it drifted away again, like a wraith on the wind, Renne began to seriously ponder the question posed him.
"What would this world be like if you had not come here?"
The call stirred in him upon the question's voicing.
Memories came to him as he thought on it, both bidden and unbidden memories. By now, he was able to go through these moments in his life as stone-faced as a hardened soldier. Something of him had returned through these events and he had felt a layer of the jaded stone in his heart return. He could survive alone -- it was how he lived most of his life. What had made him seek out the futility of friendship? He knew the answer. And Renne faced the answer down. He didn't like it, but in a brief nutshell, he had known that not much at all would have changed if he hadn't found his way to Rhy'Din.
The creature was smart enough to not examine further into the logical conclusion for now.
And it was calling him.
The wind threaded into his hair, blowing back the makeshift hood of his yeti fur cloaking. Renne rose to his feet and called Ty'Rekh; a hand sweeping the hourglass into his pocket for safekeeping. Here was not a deserving place to go further into such things. He wasn't sure where would be such a place but Renne knew that Rhy'Din was unlikely a deserving place to see it.
He valued himself enough for that.
Wind
"If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees."
--Khalil Gibran
It was calling.
He knew the call and wondered how long he could resist it and remain here on this continent. It was a funny thing, the call and Renne knew he would never be able to ignore it for long. Briefly, he thought back to his days before Rhy'Din. They had been spent largely at sea, but he didn't have the fortune then of learning the way of shipmen beyond what he heard them say. In the last thirteen years of his travels, Renne had found the call come to him more than half of that time.
And now, it called on the back of a question.
The creature had come to him as he sat on the docks listening to the freezing ocean. Half of him still wondered what was out there, beyond the next horizon. Half of him cried out for what was lost. Its radiance was missed on him as it approached, whispering its eternal question. It placed an hourglass beside him and as it drifted away again, like a wraith on the wind, Renne began to seriously ponder the question posed him.
"What would this world be like if you had not come here?"
The call stirred in him upon the question's voicing.
Memories came to him as he thought on it, both bidden and unbidden memories. By now, he was able to go through these moments in his life as stone-faced as a hardened soldier. Something of him had returned through these events and he had felt a layer of the jaded stone in his heart return. He could survive alone -- it was how he lived most of his life. What had made him seek out the futility of friendship? He knew the answer. And Renne faced the answer down. He didn't like it, but in a brief nutshell, he had known that not much at all would have changed if he hadn't found his way to Rhy'Din.
The creature was smart enough to not examine further into the logical conclusion for now.
And it was calling him.
The wind threaded into his hair, blowing back the makeshift hood of his yeti fur cloaking. Renne rose to his feet and called Ty'Rekh; a hand sweeping the hourglass into his pocket for safekeeping. Here was not a deserving place to go further into such things. He wasn't sure where would be such a place but Renne knew that Rhy'Din was unlikely a deserving place to see it.
He valued himself enough for that.