As the sun met the sea, sinking into the watery depths, scattering its light like a thousand wave-swept gems, Connar rose from the beach, brushing grains of sand from off his clothing. A steady breeze swept his hair across his shoulders and face, as he drew in a breath, the rolling of the sea taking his thoughts for a journey.
He contemplated the irony of sand?how, when surrounded by water, it became a haven, a retreat. Yet remove the water and sand suddenly becomes desert, where the sun becomes an enemy, and life a struggle.
Connar had spent the better part of his life, if one could call his endurance on earth a life, surrounded by the desert. There was something about the tenuous nature of life among the sand and nomads that appealed to him. Life was precious, friendship enduring, the simple pleasures, like an oasis, treasured, cherished and revered.
Rhydin, at times, presented herself like an oasis. At other times, she could be as barren as a wasteland. And yet, the watery beach and the harsh desert are only defined by the feet that rest upon them. Like the sea, all have varied depths and surfaces. Like the wind, all are free to caress or buffet. Like the numberless grains of sand, all are nothing special in the grand scheme of things, but even as the single grain, each is unique, special, of boundless and varied potential.
The light of the city would call once more, and though he might answer, he knew his time spent in Rhydin would diminish with each rising and falling of the sun. As a damsel in distress, his world cried for his attention, a relentless quest that knew no beginning and had no end of days.
He contemplated the irony of sand?how, when surrounded by water, it became a haven, a retreat. Yet remove the water and sand suddenly becomes desert, where the sun becomes an enemy, and life a struggle.
Connar had spent the better part of his life, if one could call his endurance on earth a life, surrounded by the desert. There was something about the tenuous nature of life among the sand and nomads that appealed to him. Life was precious, friendship enduring, the simple pleasures, like an oasis, treasured, cherished and revered.
Rhydin, at times, presented herself like an oasis. At other times, she could be as barren as a wasteland. And yet, the watery beach and the harsh desert are only defined by the feet that rest upon them. Like the sea, all have varied depths and surfaces. Like the wind, all are free to caress or buffet. Like the numberless grains of sand, all are nothing special in the grand scheme of things, but even as the single grain, each is unique, special, of boundless and varied potential.
The light of the city would call once more, and though he might answer, he knew his time spent in Rhydin would diminish with each rising and falling of the sun. As a damsel in distress, his world cried for his attention, a relentless quest that knew no beginning and had no end of days.