Pale Blue
Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 10:26 am
A lonesome note flaps suddenly, in a gust of cold wind; as it hangs on the wall nearby the entrance to the shop. It reads:
My friends,
I am going to leave the island for an indefinite amount of time.
I am sorry this comes so sudden and with no explanation, but there is not really anything to explain. You all know me, and you know how little holds me on this isle. I will try my luck elsewhere, for now.
Take care of yourselves,
Elsewhere.
Garbed in black, a figure walks. Carrying a heavy bag slung over his left shoulder, and the hilts of two swords sticking out from behind his right. A gust of wind blows the hood back off his head, revealing some wild, jet-black hair underneath, and a relatively young face. His gaze wanders to stormclouds in the distance. Then he stops for a moment and glances up to the birds chirping nearby from a tree with a weak smile, and ponders.
'Every dark cloud has a silver lining', crosses his mind like a flashback.
He smiles to himself for a short moment, before walking on and stepping off the road. While he glances down to the tips of his reinforced boots thumping along the docks, he comes to a somber stop at the end of them, then gazing out to the endless horizon of the ocean. He squints his eyes and shields them with a cupped hand, spotting the dot in the distance which could be the trade ship.
He drops the bag down on the wooden planks with a loud sound, and slowly sits down at the edge of the docks, apparently waiting for a ferryman. Sighing softly, he slopes down a bit and leans back onto his elbows, with his legs dangling off the edge.
"Where do we go from here?", he quietly utters, staring into the endless distance through his piercing pale-blue eyes.
My friends,
I am going to leave the island for an indefinite amount of time.
I am sorry this comes so sudden and with no explanation, but there is not really anything to explain. You all know me, and you know how little holds me on this isle. I will try my luck elsewhere, for now.
Take care of yourselves,
Elsewhere.
Garbed in black, a figure walks. Carrying a heavy bag slung over his left shoulder, and the hilts of two swords sticking out from behind his right. A gust of wind blows the hood back off his head, revealing some wild, jet-black hair underneath, and a relatively young face. His gaze wanders to stormclouds in the distance. Then he stops for a moment and glances up to the birds chirping nearby from a tree with a weak smile, and ponders.
'Every dark cloud has a silver lining', crosses his mind like a flashback.
He smiles to himself for a short moment, before walking on and stepping off the road. While he glances down to the tips of his reinforced boots thumping along the docks, he comes to a somber stop at the end of them, then gazing out to the endless horizon of the ocean. He squints his eyes and shields them with a cupped hand, spotting the dot in the distance which could be the trade ship.
He drops the bag down on the wooden planks with a loud sound, and slowly sits down at the edge of the docks, apparently waiting for a ferryman. Sighing softly, he slopes down a bit and leans back onto his elbows, with his legs dangling off the edge.
"Where do we go from here?", he quietly utters, staring into the endless distance through his piercing pale-blue eyes.