Droplets of fire and water
Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:24 pm
(( Just a little relfection, but anyone is welcome to join in. ))
Stefan sighed heavily as he made his way back up the fiery trail up the volcano of Hellbriar. Lately it had become his place of reflection and well, peace. Slipping his already covered hands into the pockets of his robes, he payed little attention to the leaping bolts of lava or the plumes of dark smoke, there was a lot on his mind lately and he needed time to think. He reflected on his earlier days on Gobaith, when his biggest worry would be where his next spot to train would be, or which master mage he should plague with frustrating question next. Things were so much easier back then... He gave a sudden chuckle at his naivety, offering it to the hollow mountain with a slight backwards tilt of his neck.
A quickening of his pace lead him to the summit, where he took a seat at the rim of pooled lava. He gazed deeply into the glowing red as his hair and robes were battered by the winds, lowering his tired body onto a stone to rest. Memories of the past flew through his mind, some lingering, others passing far too quickly. His steady gaze hardened as his brows lowered into a frown, his mind unable to focus as frustration surfaced and lava below began to boil stronger with his anger.
“Who am I...”
Those words were all he could utter as his frustration shifted to angst and hopelessness. He really had lost so much of himself in the last year; he had been split in so many directions. The incidents with the demons and Mandrel, then Natheria seemed to have left their toll. He never would have predicted that the Temple would become the only place he felt truly at home. He continued to stare into the void of lava as a single tear, soon followed by others found their way down his face. He didn’t mind, nor did he make any attempt to stop them. They purified what little spirit remained in his shell of a body. And so his emotions flowed from him with his tears.
Stefan sighed heavily as he made his way back up the fiery trail up the volcano of Hellbriar. Lately it had become his place of reflection and well, peace. Slipping his already covered hands into the pockets of his robes, he payed little attention to the leaping bolts of lava or the plumes of dark smoke, there was a lot on his mind lately and he needed time to think. He reflected on his earlier days on Gobaith, when his biggest worry would be where his next spot to train would be, or which master mage he should plague with frustrating question next. Things were so much easier back then... He gave a sudden chuckle at his naivety, offering it to the hollow mountain with a slight backwards tilt of his neck.
A quickening of his pace lead him to the summit, where he took a seat at the rim of pooled lava. He gazed deeply into the glowing red as his hair and robes were battered by the winds, lowering his tired body onto a stone to rest. Memories of the past flew through his mind, some lingering, others passing far too quickly. His steady gaze hardened as his brows lowered into a frown, his mind unable to focus as frustration surfaced and lava below began to boil stronger with his anger.
“Who am I...”
Those words were all he could utter as his frustration shifted to angst and hopelessness. He really had lost so much of himself in the last year; he had been split in so many directions. The incidents with the demons and Mandrel, then Natheria seemed to have left their toll. He never would have predicted that the Temple would become the only place he felt truly at home. He continued to stare into the void of lava as a single tear, soon followed by others found their way down his face. He didn’t mind, nor did he make any attempt to stop them. They purified what little spirit remained in his shell of a body. And so his emotions flowed from him with his tears.