Lost in Fog, part 1
One foggy night in the marketplace some weeks ago:
Crispin didn't have a plan. Once he made it out into the chilly darkness of the early morning, a great deal of his discomposure eased. He felt the tension, still, in two knots between his neck and shoulders, hiding under Marks and the collar of his coat. The pace he adopted was neither hurried nor lethargic, it simply was. One foot in front of the other, silent but for the shift of buckles lashing his boots together.
How had Shae found him in that mist and fog? Normally such a dense soup was the stuff of the docks, but the weather had conspired to allow it to seep further inland. Now it blanketed the market in a haze, turning shapes and figures into half-realized versions of themselves. It was one of these that gradually grew closer from behind. The mist parted in her wake, chasing after her heels like a playful spirit. It would be warmth that gave her away, the sphere of her influence chasing away some of the wet chill, but the sound of her steps would be next. A sound that was sudden, as if she had only touched the ground recently rather than approached from afar. Assuming he didn't startle, she would fall in beside him, matching his pace.
There was a difference in the atmosphere when one was alone and when one was not. Cris felt a prickle travel up one arm and down the other, making a home along the nape of his neck and coaxing the fine hairs there to attention. The fog did not bother him, neither did the company, but it was the sound that made him turn, frown already tight on his mouth pulled down further.
This close, the bruising on her jaw and collarbone was evident, but it seemed days old rather than the space of a few hours. His frown was met with resting calm. "Mind the company?" Words pitched for just one listener. "I hear the city is dangerous this time of night."
"No," there was a Mark on the back of his neck, a little off center and closer to his right ear that sharpened every detail night's shadow touched. He recognized her as an acquaintance before she spoke, but once she did, he looked back to the road. "You seem capable enough to hold your own."
"Thank you." It was a pretense, sure, but one that perpetuated the growing habit of their paying witness to eachother's less than stellar moments. Her eyes took in the markings she could see, the contrast more evident from this angle and in this lighting. Symbols, it seemed. Shapes that her eyes would later search out amid books for hopes of definition. The silence that stretched from her was a comfortable thing.
Comfortable yes, but somewhere underneath that comfort, he had the impression that it was not supposed to be. "I did not exactly take the most direct route away from the dueling venue. Would you have me believe our meeting to be coincidence?"
"Not really, no. There's no coincidence in weather like this." And it seemed as if there was no deception intended from her frank response. "Noticing that you were still in the city, and being possessed of a desire to roam, I thought I might offer a distraction. Weak though it may be. When you left, you looked like a bowstring fit to snap."
"You were able to canvass the entire city in such short time?" Nod of his head. "Impressive." Her further observations won a second glance, and four paces later, "It's clear from that statement we've not spent much time in each other's company."
"I had help." Admittance made. And Shae's shoulders shrugged once. "It sounded like a diplomatic way to express the tension, in my head. I'm not always the best with my words. More time watching than talking, I suspect. I welcome correction, if you are so inclined. Or not. Like I said, the intent was to offer distraction."
Cris hadn't taken a left turn in a while. Passing under the halo of a streetlight, they were lanterns in this part of town, he was not frowning as deeply as he had been. "Thank you. You're very kind."
"I suppose, when I want to be." They passed from island of light to island of light before she spoke again. "Would you mind an off topic question?"
"If you're looking to distract me, I'd be a fool to say yes." Looking aside, curious. "What is it?"
"Only a fool if the distraction isn't wanted. In which case, let me know and I'll be gone." She wouldn't linger where it wasn't wanted. "I was wondering if you could tell me what an angel is."
Narrowing at the corners of his eyes. He thought about her question and the possible reasons behind it. "A divine being, winged. Strong, beautiful with an immense capacity for love and protection. But they can also be ferocity personified. Why do you ask?"
"Because it came out of your mouth." More than once, in her observations. "And I had not heard it used in quite that way before." She appeared thoughtful. "Not so different, perhaps, from the beings I've read of."
"Ah," after a moment, he nodded and understood. "The way I use the term, most often, is a substitute for vulgarity. The equivalent to such phrases as For God's sake."
"Precisely. Which had me wondering if perhaps your angels were wholly different than mine. Where I am from they are...distant things. Relegated to the outer planes."
Crispin's gaze rose to the sky overhead. There were moons lingering behind the cloud cover. "They are distant to me as well, though I have met them. I would not trade the experience for anything. Have you?"
"Their presence was not very strong, where I am from." Quieter now. "Demons and devils, I have met. In people and in the truth of form."
"Likewise." A right turn sounded good. "Have you made any progress in your search for a way home?"
Shae was content to let him lead. The streets were less familiar to her. "None, though that is partially because I question the wisdom in trying. Have you? Sought the way back, that is."
Half shake of his head. "No, I haven't. I do have ways of returning, but I enjoy my life here. Regardless of what it seems."
"It seems you have a home here, and friends. So I hardly fault your enjoyment of it." Back to her original volume, just the hint of a smile. "There are certainly...many new experiences to be had. Though, I'd be lying to myself if I suggested my own leanings towards staying were anything other than selfish."
"I do," nodding. "Yes." Fist freed from his pocket, he scratched above his right ear, another curious glance slid to her in the dark.
"What?" She asked with a light chuckle, catching the glance that slid her way.
"Nothing. I suppose I wondered what those selfish leanings were. You're new in town, you already seem to've cultivated relationships, but with individuals that wouldn't exactly judge you on your desire to come or go."
"It has it's faults, as I'm discovering. Corruption, power struggles, things that make my head hurt to contemplate the very existence of. But for all that, it has many of the things that I had forgotten I could do. Like this, for instance." Nodding towards the cobblestones they tread upon. "Wouldn't judge my coming and going? I'm not sure what you mean, exactly."
"I'd challenge you to find a place that did not have any of those things." He hoped that by "this" she did not mean taking a nighttime stroll. "You claimed your leanings were selfish. A great deal of what makes a thing selfish or not is based upon others' perceptions of it. If you've no one to judge, who's to say what you're doing is anything but normal?"
Oh but that's what she meant. "My own guilt, really. The general belief that others would feel the same. I've cultivated quite a few acquaintances now, yes." A bit of a stress on that classification. "Gregarious tendencies. Some might blossom to friendship, in time."
Cris nodded his agreement. "If you like it here, stay. It's really that simple. What sort of place was your home, anyway?"
"That would be the sentiment I am leaning towards. Forward being the direction I prefer to travel." Fingers raked through her hair. "Comparatively? A harsh one. Yours?"
Another tick at one corner of his mouth. Forward. He liked that. "Much the same, actually. The ratio of mundane to supernatural is tipped strongly in the latter's favor. That seems to be the only difference."
"Mundane. Supernatural. These categories are amusing. And, perhaps, relative. I feel rather 'mundane' here." A thoughtful exhalation. "So do you hold with the theory that we all were selected to arrive here?"
He considered that a moment, his mouth knotted together and shifting to the right. "No, not exactly. Were that true, then it would have to be left up to Fate. But I know, my own personal arrival was an accident. I could have just as easily wound up anywhere else."
"I receive so much conflicting testimony on the matter. Is the plane sentient. Is it not. What manner of accident, if you don't mind my asking?" It seemed that without a war to fight Shae was becoming a scholar, anything to keep her mind busy.
"I've heard similar claims. There's a local legend that tells of a wind or phenomenon called the Nexus that sweeps individuals up from where they are and drops them here unawares." He pulled his shoulders back, then relaxed them. "I was sent here, though the destination was not exactly specified. It was an accident that I arrived at all, with all my faculties intact."
"Ah." Empathy in her regard. "Perhaps that wind swept you here in lieu of whatever destination you were bound for. That appears to be the case for me, at any rate. I doubt I was meant for, well, here."
"Perhaps," Cris conceded. Another left turn. "Where do you think you were meant to go?"
Air pushed through her nose in a sigh. "One of a couple options. But I can't recapture the moment in time to give it further study. A place of holding, a place of discomfort, general distance, or maybe something that would kill me."
"So." A thoughtful pause. "Limbo, or an afterlife. Just what sort of unspeakable event did you escape?"
Her lips twist into a frown, eyes finding new purchase in the fog ahead. She chewed on her words before replying. "War."
Pensive glance aside, he nodded after a moment. "You did not seem injured. Or had you arrived earlier and given yourself time to heal up?"
"It took me a few days to find the city." In truth she had spent half of those days in blissful unconsciousness. "I didn't exactly arrive in town."
One foggy night in the marketplace some weeks ago:
Crispin didn't have a plan. Once he made it out into the chilly darkness of the early morning, a great deal of his discomposure eased. He felt the tension, still, in two knots between his neck and shoulders, hiding under Marks and the collar of his coat. The pace he adopted was neither hurried nor lethargic, it simply was. One foot in front of the other, silent but for the shift of buckles lashing his boots together.
How had Shae found him in that mist and fog? Normally such a dense soup was the stuff of the docks, but the weather had conspired to allow it to seep further inland. Now it blanketed the market in a haze, turning shapes and figures into half-realized versions of themselves. It was one of these that gradually grew closer from behind. The mist parted in her wake, chasing after her heels like a playful spirit. It would be warmth that gave her away, the sphere of her influence chasing away some of the wet chill, but the sound of her steps would be next. A sound that was sudden, as if she had only touched the ground recently rather than approached from afar. Assuming he didn't startle, she would fall in beside him, matching his pace.
There was a difference in the atmosphere when one was alone and when one was not. Cris felt a prickle travel up one arm and down the other, making a home along the nape of his neck and coaxing the fine hairs there to attention. The fog did not bother him, neither did the company, but it was the sound that made him turn, frown already tight on his mouth pulled down further.
This close, the bruising on her jaw and collarbone was evident, but it seemed days old rather than the space of a few hours. His frown was met with resting calm. "Mind the company?" Words pitched for just one listener. "I hear the city is dangerous this time of night."
"No," there was a Mark on the back of his neck, a little off center and closer to his right ear that sharpened every detail night's shadow touched. He recognized her as an acquaintance before she spoke, but once she did, he looked back to the road. "You seem capable enough to hold your own."
"Thank you." It was a pretense, sure, but one that perpetuated the growing habit of their paying witness to eachother's less than stellar moments. Her eyes took in the markings she could see, the contrast more evident from this angle and in this lighting. Symbols, it seemed. Shapes that her eyes would later search out amid books for hopes of definition. The silence that stretched from her was a comfortable thing.
Comfortable yes, but somewhere underneath that comfort, he had the impression that it was not supposed to be. "I did not exactly take the most direct route away from the dueling venue. Would you have me believe our meeting to be coincidence?"
"Not really, no. There's no coincidence in weather like this." And it seemed as if there was no deception intended from her frank response. "Noticing that you were still in the city, and being possessed of a desire to roam, I thought I might offer a distraction. Weak though it may be. When you left, you looked like a bowstring fit to snap."
"You were able to canvass the entire city in such short time?" Nod of his head. "Impressive." Her further observations won a second glance, and four paces later, "It's clear from that statement we've not spent much time in each other's company."
"I had help." Admittance made. And Shae's shoulders shrugged once. "It sounded like a diplomatic way to express the tension, in my head. I'm not always the best with my words. More time watching than talking, I suspect. I welcome correction, if you are so inclined. Or not. Like I said, the intent was to offer distraction."
Cris hadn't taken a left turn in a while. Passing under the halo of a streetlight, they were lanterns in this part of town, he was not frowning as deeply as he had been. "Thank you. You're very kind."
"I suppose, when I want to be." They passed from island of light to island of light before she spoke again. "Would you mind an off topic question?"
"If you're looking to distract me, I'd be a fool to say yes." Looking aside, curious. "What is it?"
"Only a fool if the distraction isn't wanted. In which case, let me know and I'll be gone." She wouldn't linger where it wasn't wanted. "I was wondering if you could tell me what an angel is."
Narrowing at the corners of his eyes. He thought about her question and the possible reasons behind it. "A divine being, winged. Strong, beautiful with an immense capacity for love and protection. But they can also be ferocity personified. Why do you ask?"
"Because it came out of your mouth." More than once, in her observations. "And I had not heard it used in quite that way before." She appeared thoughtful. "Not so different, perhaps, from the beings I've read of."
"Ah," after a moment, he nodded and understood. "The way I use the term, most often, is a substitute for vulgarity. The equivalent to such phrases as For God's sake."
"Precisely. Which had me wondering if perhaps your angels were wholly different than mine. Where I am from they are...distant things. Relegated to the outer planes."
Crispin's gaze rose to the sky overhead. There were moons lingering behind the cloud cover. "They are distant to me as well, though I have met them. I would not trade the experience for anything. Have you?"
"Their presence was not very strong, where I am from." Quieter now. "Demons and devils, I have met. In people and in the truth of form."
"Likewise." A right turn sounded good. "Have you made any progress in your search for a way home?"
Shae was content to let him lead. The streets were less familiar to her. "None, though that is partially because I question the wisdom in trying. Have you? Sought the way back, that is."
Half shake of his head. "No, I haven't. I do have ways of returning, but I enjoy my life here. Regardless of what it seems."
"It seems you have a home here, and friends. So I hardly fault your enjoyment of it." Back to her original volume, just the hint of a smile. "There are certainly...many new experiences to be had. Though, I'd be lying to myself if I suggested my own leanings towards staying were anything other than selfish."
"I do," nodding. "Yes." Fist freed from his pocket, he scratched above his right ear, another curious glance slid to her in the dark.
"What?" She asked with a light chuckle, catching the glance that slid her way.
"Nothing. I suppose I wondered what those selfish leanings were. You're new in town, you already seem to've cultivated relationships, but with individuals that wouldn't exactly judge you on your desire to come or go."
"It has it's faults, as I'm discovering. Corruption, power struggles, things that make my head hurt to contemplate the very existence of. But for all that, it has many of the things that I had forgotten I could do. Like this, for instance." Nodding towards the cobblestones they tread upon. "Wouldn't judge my coming and going? I'm not sure what you mean, exactly."
"I'd challenge you to find a place that did not have any of those things." He hoped that by "this" she did not mean taking a nighttime stroll. "You claimed your leanings were selfish. A great deal of what makes a thing selfish or not is based upon others' perceptions of it. If you've no one to judge, who's to say what you're doing is anything but normal?"
Oh but that's what she meant. "My own guilt, really. The general belief that others would feel the same. I've cultivated quite a few acquaintances now, yes." A bit of a stress on that classification. "Gregarious tendencies. Some might blossom to friendship, in time."
Cris nodded his agreement. "If you like it here, stay. It's really that simple. What sort of place was your home, anyway?"
"That would be the sentiment I am leaning towards. Forward being the direction I prefer to travel." Fingers raked through her hair. "Comparatively? A harsh one. Yours?"
Another tick at one corner of his mouth. Forward. He liked that. "Much the same, actually. The ratio of mundane to supernatural is tipped strongly in the latter's favor. That seems to be the only difference."
"Mundane. Supernatural. These categories are amusing. And, perhaps, relative. I feel rather 'mundane' here." A thoughtful exhalation. "So do you hold with the theory that we all were selected to arrive here?"
He considered that a moment, his mouth knotted together and shifting to the right. "No, not exactly. Were that true, then it would have to be left up to Fate. But I know, my own personal arrival was an accident. I could have just as easily wound up anywhere else."
"I receive so much conflicting testimony on the matter. Is the plane sentient. Is it not. What manner of accident, if you don't mind my asking?" It seemed that without a war to fight Shae was becoming a scholar, anything to keep her mind busy.
"I've heard similar claims. There's a local legend that tells of a wind or phenomenon called the Nexus that sweeps individuals up from where they are and drops them here unawares." He pulled his shoulders back, then relaxed them. "I was sent here, though the destination was not exactly specified. It was an accident that I arrived at all, with all my faculties intact."
"Ah." Empathy in her regard. "Perhaps that wind swept you here in lieu of whatever destination you were bound for. That appears to be the case for me, at any rate. I doubt I was meant for, well, here."
"Perhaps," Cris conceded. Another left turn. "Where do you think you were meant to go?"
Air pushed through her nose in a sigh. "One of a couple options. But I can't recapture the moment in time to give it further study. A place of holding, a place of discomfort, general distance, or maybe something that would kill me."
"So." A thoughtful pause. "Limbo, or an afterlife. Just what sort of unspeakable event did you escape?"
Her lips twist into a frown, eyes finding new purchase in the fog ahead. She chewed on her words before replying. "War."
Pensive glance aside, he nodded after a moment. "You did not seem injured. Or had you arrived earlier and given yourself time to heal up?"
"It took me a few days to find the city." In truth she had spent half of those days in blissful unconsciousness. "I didn't exactly arrive in town."