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Post by Quincy Demir on Dec 14, 2023 16:43:26 GMT -5
The hearth within him stirred as his ‘medication’ began to take effect. A warmth stretching from his core and reaching out to his extremities. Was he a coward? As the question ran through his mind all he could do was answer it with another question: Have I drank enough? With the answer clear to him he knew what needed to be done but the drink could wait. First impressions were an important thing and unfortunately he felt he may have started down a sour path already…no one likes a drunk. Knowing that truth wasn’t off putting, in fact he kind of preferred things that way. This march into the unknown wasn’t one that required spectators. The drink wasn’t completely ineffective though, his mind slipped for a moment and those thoughts fell to the back and his companion’s words began to fill the void they left behind. This bell, these chimes, they’d mentioned these before but he can’t help but feel something was odd about them. Though to be honest he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly. Some magical effect? Could it be his own defenses against the, as he put it, storm?
“A chime you say? Where do they come from? What are they exactly? You’ve mentioned them before but I wasn’t sure what to make of them before now. If these chimes were worth questioning or something completely unremarkable. A kind of metaphor, but I see now you’re being literal. What have you done to figure out their true nature? Why’s it happening more sporadically? I’m truly grateful that you’re able to become the master of your will once again and walk a path of your choosing, but I hope you understand my concerns. What happens if it stops, will you be able to hold back the coming storm with your will alone?” Quincy stroked his beard with each question, these were large concerns. With magics as powerful as he claims able to change him into its puppet for whatever dark schemes it may have this wasn’t something anyone should just pass them by without making sure the proper measures were being taken.
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Post by Loex on Dec 16, 2023 17:19:47 GMT -5
"Those questions I've asked myself many times as well Quincy, and continue to ask myself... I don't hold the answers currently, only the sound is known to me at the moment, and the calm it brings. Beyond that, the people I'm staying with are trustworthy and willing to bring me to my senses if needed." Lo replied, not wanting to bring anyone's names into the situation in case it turned dangerous. They plucked off another chunk of muffin and ate it, then sipped a bit of tea. The soothing earthy drink warmed the lizard to their core, while they pondered Quincy's questions in greater detail.
There had only been so much time for Lo to ponder their predicament, their shadowed memories, and the path ahead. The chiming tone had become a comfort, but it still was a mystery to the mage. Not only that, but the change in their magics had come as an even greater surprise... and difficulty... What they'd known hadn't even been the spells they thought they were casting to begin, further complicating the process of sorting it all out. All they could do was keep trying, and hope that soon they'd be fit to set out on their own again... forge a new path in this world... but that felt like it could be a lifetime away right now.
Bracing against their staff, the mage uncurled from their seat after finishing their tea. They leaned back, stretching as some of their joints popped and groaned in protest. They packed up the stray utensils and topped off their tea, sprinkling a bit of honey sugar over the top and stirring it in carefully.
"Would you like another?" Lo offered to Quincy.
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Post by Quincy Demir on Dec 21, 2023 15:02:51 GMT -5
His answer didn’t give him much satisfaction. In fact the answer he’d given him sent him into a bit of a meditative state. His brow furled and a deep grimace came over his face. As he began to fall deep into thought. Why was he here in this village? His questions were great and many, and the situation he was in left him a in position that not only affected himself but also those around him in a way that could lead to horrible results if left unchecked. Though Lo seemed of sound mind at the time his actions, or lack thereof, left Quincy wanting. He could only circle back to his question. Why was he here in this village? If he was to lose himself to the magic within again a village like this could potentially make for rather easy pickins. Though judging by their discourse and his general demeanor Quincy judged that wasn’t the reason he was here.
With a small hand gesture Quincy turned down the offer for more. At this point he could ruminate on the matter before him. Lo seemed a kind and gentle soul, but kindness doesn’t win a battle. Gentle doesn’t quell a fire. With the fire and battle being of a magical nature it was obvious to Quincy that there was more needed to aid this fellow than just practice, magical chimes, and kind souls willing to keep him in check. To Quincy, Lo was a time bomb waiting to go off and Lo needed to figure out how to either defuse it, minimize the damage, or destroy it altogether. This meandering around a village brought him little comfort.
“Lo my friend. Why are you here in the village? You have to understand after all that you’ve told me it would seem like you’ve placed yourself in the perfect position to continue the magics dubious machinations. Though I get the feeling that isn’t why you’re here. Which brings me to my next question. Why do you remain? Does this village hold the answers you seek? Or are you licking your wounds and biding your time until…what exactly?” A deep breath left Quincy's lips as he finished his line of questioning. The idea of offense was off the table, Quincy no longer cared if his questions were rude. He needed these answers to know if Lo was truly capable of handling his situation. For the sake of those around him as much as for himself.
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Post by Loex on Dec 29, 2023 20:45:50 GMT -5
It was all Lo could do to not fall over laughing at Quincy's assumptions... no, if the man thought this was the magic of the Tome, or the Shadow's doings... well, it was better no one would know but Lo, and the poor souls of the past. While true their current goal was recovery from the withered state they'd been in, that was a means to a greater goal. Something they'd been putting together piece by piece as they took time to learn more of themselves, the world, and interacting with others. They figured this kind of questioning would be imminent, especially when someone got too curious or pushy a few cups in. It was a song and dance they imagined would be common place until answers were found.
"I am here by the good graces of the person who removed that cursed Tome from existence... this magic I practice, these forms and exercises, they are something that came either before or after it's presence in my life. You would not want to be in the graces of that abominable magic, nor would I... As to the why, because more than my body needs to recover, and relearn, and be a functioning person again... I've not known a day's peace or a moment without strife before that day, there is a trail of trauma and horror that was every moment until that one. It's not something you just walk away from and are fine, so this is a safe place with people who are willing to help... so long as they are helped in return. As to beyond that time, I cannot say at the moment... For better or for worse, I am no longer that wretched creature. Judge me if you like, think of me as lowly as you please, find me dangerous because I am unknown. There is nothing another can do that could compare to those days, not in a dozen lifetimes."
There was a kind of serene smile on Lo's face that even they weren't fully understanding of in that moment. No matter what someone thought of them, no matter when or where it might be in their life... for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, that life was their own. They stood tall, didn't back down from Quincy or his probing. While they may not hold many answers on their own, they had reliable support in their corner now. Come hell and high water, Lo wanted to make a better showing of today, and tomorrow... because yesterday was a lesson to do better... Or so Vinny had repeated like a broken record in the last few weeks. As they looked into the silvery grey sky, they heard that same clean tone rang through their mind. Or was it?
It was like a cloud itself had chosen to come down, a streak of silvery grey mist that had a vaguely feminine form. Again the clean, calming tone of bells chimed through the valley as the spirit approached Lo. The mage looked mortified at first, an anxious fear washed over their person. Was this a messenger from the Tome? Had the Shadow sent other minions to torment them? That didn't feel right... this being didn't seem to drain the light from it's surroundings, or give off a stench of sulfur. They almost seemed to radiate light, a gentle glow outlining their form as they glided silently over the ground. In the spirit's hands was a pair of Silver Bells, polished to a shine and tied together by a braided silk ribbon. Placing the bells in Lo's hands, the spirit said nothing aloud, and promptly vanished as if blown away on the winds. In the mage's mind though, a soothing voice said 'The first step has been taken, now teach your soul to dance.'
Lo could hardly do more than nod before the spirit was gone, staring down at their hands in disbelief. Ever so gently, as if they held the most precious object in creation, they gave the bells a ring. A wide smile came over their features as their eyes watered up, genuinely speechless and taken aback by what had just happened.
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Post by Quincy Demir on Jan 4, 2024 4:11:57 GMT -5
As Quincy listened to Lo’s words he began to think for a moment he was being too hasty, too…judgmental. A part of him felt a need to question this situation, how could one live without a need for answers? Not just for their own safety but for the safety of those around them? Perhaps he was only projecting his own feelings. As unfair as that was, what more could Quincy really do besides question? He had no weapon, no real will to see combat. He wasn’t the type to tell the authorities on anyone. So armed with the tools he will always have, his inquisitive nature and his tongue, he ‘attacked’. Though he began to feel maybe it wasn’t his place. He was just a passerby, not even a local. This whole thing was beginning to leave a bad taste in his mouth.
In one swift motion Quincy downed another sip from his flask at speed far greater than before. Placing it back in the secure breast pocket it called home Quincy let out a sigh. His gaze averted his companion entirely. To say Lo made him feel like scum was a bit of an understatement. He truly was in no place to judge anyone else but the lowest of the low, and even then it was more of a comparison than a judgment. “I suppose it isn’t my place to question you like this, not to say that I will apologize either. At the end of the day these are more your people than mine, and even if I felt so inclined as to do something about your presence here there truly isn’t anything I can do. I suppose my duty is to just enjoy the company th…” Before he could finish his sentence an image appeared in the mist, its shape was more feminine than he’d care for.
To be honest any shape would be more of a shape then he’d care for. The soft glow of light from the figure caused greater unease within him. This was obviously some kind of magic, something Quincy knew far too little about. Without thinking his left reached for his spear, the feeling of the weathered weapon in his hand, raised or not, was a sure fire way to comfort him in odd time. Yet there would be no comfort as his spear was long gone, something he’d yet to truly become adjusted to. What was a spearman without a spear? The question crossed his mind. He watched in helpless awe as the figure made its way to Lo.
The Answer to his question hit him like a ton of bricks and echoed in the back of his mind. Useless. “I think perhaps it’s time I stopped drinking for the moment. W-what was that?” His voice quivered as his mind scrambled for a way to rationalize what it is he just saw.
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Post by Loex on Jan 11, 2024 14:53:40 GMT -5
Lo stared at the bells, barely registering Quincy's words. They echoed like a distant memory across the mage's consciousness, trying to process the meaning of what transpired. After several deep breaths, the mage finally caught up to what their companion had been saying. Still emotional, they calmed themselves enough to unstick their tongue from their throat and reply.
"For the life of me, I wish I knew the answer Quincy. This tone, these bells... they've kept the worst of my days from spiraling into worse. 'The first step has been taken, now teach your soul to dance.' were her words... or at least, I presume her by the form. My knowledge of spirits and other semi-corporeal entities is limited... My field of study tended to have meat on it's bones."
Not sure what elst to say, they sat down once again and turned the bells over gently in one hand. A soft, playful jingle started up as they found a rhythm, making Lo tap their tail in time with it's beat. Digging through a deep archive of torn and shredded memories wasn't the mage's first choice of information, though in the moment it was all they had. Keeping the rhythm going, they shifted about into a more comfortable position and steadied their breathing. Clearing their mind of all thoughts and sense except the sound and rhythm, the mage prepared to dive into their own personal hell, in hopes they might have some useful shred of memory from their days at the Arcane Academy.
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Post by Quincy Demir on Jan 18, 2024 6:09:42 GMT -5
What could he say to that? To ask any more questions felt akin to asking a librarian to describe master level swordsmanship to a child. This was well outside of his wheelhouse, and to be honest more and more people and events seemed to be appearing that made him wonder if it was time for him to expand said wheelhouse. His brow furrowed as he began to think more and more on the matter. How long would it be before he found himself locked in a duel over possession of his mind with an old tome, or some weird spirit entity gives him some kind of mystical item? One thing was definitely for certain; Quincy was not ready.
As he watched his new friend become enthralled with their new possession this seemed like the best time for him to make his exit. With their attention off of him and with nothing more to really say Quincy needed time to process all of …that. Whatever that even was. With a swift motion he went from a seated motion to a standing one, with only a bit of wobbling from the drink. A moment of hesitation came over him as he looked at Lo unsure of what to make of any of this. In truth as he gazed upon his new companion he was overwhelmed and conflicted. This kind soul had broken bread with him and shared his story, though it wasn’t one of entirely good tidings, the least he could do is ask one last question.
As he went to form the words a frog appeared in his throat. He couldn’t understand why this was so difficult. “...Do you have any more need or want for my company?” There he said it, and he hoped he’d be given leave to disappear as suddenly as he had appeared. Though if he was truly needed…reluctantly he would stay. For what reason only the uncaring knew.
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Post by Loex on Jan 20, 2024 18:58:13 GMT -5
Pondering the question a moment, Lo considered the situation at hand. Quincy had found them practicing, asked questions, shared in their food, and hadn't persecuted the mage for a past they'd been released from suddenly. It hadn't been about a need, or a want, but rather a happenstance in a moment... one could even consider it serendipitous. Quincy himself seemed to carry some sort of troubles, though whether or not he would want or ask for help could only be guessed. A conundrum it was to the Draconynh, to reach out a helping hand, wanted or otherwise, or to give the man his space and privacy...
"You've been forthright with me as best I can tell Quincy, and even done your best to deal with a lot of unexpected situations. It is prudent I should return that courtesy, I'm not sure exactly how to answer your question."
Lo paused for a moment, a look of realization on their face. This was perhaps the closest to an insightful line of thinking they'd had, and for the first time in a lifetime, they didn't feel like the world was leading a constant assault on their psyche.
"If I must answer, I would say that it isn't my own needs that gives me pause, but I also wish to respect your wants as well. Stay or go, the choice is yours Quincy, it always is... just know that if you ever want to try and discuss what troubles are lurking in the shadow at the bottom of your flask... I will hold no judgements, prejudice, or otherwise... How much help that would be I couldn't possibly know, but if there's some means, some method or person I could direct you to... it would be a small step personally towards repaying the immense kindness and freedom that blasted it's way into my life."
There was an odd look on Lo's face as they finished their thoughts, as if the deepest sorrows and greatest joys in their life occupied the same thought. Lo had no clue how to actually make a friend, much less reach out a hand to a fellow in need. Sylvari, and by extension Vinny, had done that very same thing. Not only that, but had been offered a helping hand in a similar way... How could they not in turn, try the same? Sure, it would fail more often than not... but every journey starts with a step.
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Post by Quincy Demir on Jan 31, 2024 5:24:59 GMT -5
After everything that had happened Quincy wanted to leave. Things had gone from odd to down right otherworldly far quicker than he cared for. From the tale he was told up to the ethereal events that unfold right before his eyes. By the uncaring did he want to leave, but some part of him wouldn't let him just bolt.
His feet felt glued to the earth beneath him. For some reason, despite all he saw, he just couldn't bring himself to abandon his new acquaintance. Not without getting the okay to leave. Quincy didn't need to be told he could leave, but there was something that told him to make sure Lo was alright before he left. To just up and leave didn't feel right, even if it meant he might have to deal with another random occurrence.
Though as Lo spoke something came over him. An odd sensation. He was being seen, and to be honest it wasn't something he was accustomed to these days. Nobody gives the drunk in the barstool a second glance. His face becoming a blur in the minds of those whose paths he crossed save for a few. A large part of the lush wished Lo was one of the many that would forget they ever crossed paths when his back was turned to him.
No, this fellow had recognized what he'd done and could see something troubled the drunkard before him. Quincy's shoulder sunk, his jaw unclenched, and for a brief moment he felt like a child again. The child who just scraped their knee and though they'd gotten accustomed to the pain, the warm embrace of someone loved and trusted would truly be the thing that made them feel better. More So than any remedies or salves.
The embrace was gone now, that embrace was something he could never feel again. His head fell as if the last of his life had been taken. Although all he could think about was leaving his feet began to move forward toward his scaled companion. His steps were heavy and slow. The loud crunch of loose earth underfoot echoed in his ears until finally it stopped, and he found himself standing next to Lo.
He sat himself down next to the mage shoulder to shoulder, the fabric of his clothing just a hair away from grazing them. Not a single word left his lips as his eyes locked on the distance. Where did he start? Could he even begin? His troubles seemed so insignificant in comparison to the Epic of Lo. So he said nothing. Instead simply finding what solace he could in the presence of someone who cared about more than just how long the libations would flow.
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Post by Loex on Jan 31, 2024 22:00:13 GMT -5
Lo said nothing as he watched the tumultuous thoughts rush across Quincy's face. having gone through many similar experiences not long ago, the mage waited patiently. There was no forcing the situation on the warrior, he had to decide for himself if he wished to leave now or seek change out. It was no easy decision... one Lo understood would have been unreasonable in their own situation, but talked about quite a lot with the others under Vinny's care.
To Lo's, and by the expression their own, surprise Quincy sat down once again, this time beside the mage. He seemed content to sit in silence for the time being, which suited the moment just fine. Many days had the Draconynh spent in this same condition, pondering where to even start figuring out where things had come from, where they were now, and what the future might hold. The ability and sensation were both a thrill and daunting, a sign that at least for the moment their mind was their own.
Currently they were fixated on the words of the spirit themselves: 'The first step has been taken, now teach your soul to dance.' It's meaning seemed simple enough, but how did one teach their soul to dance? What did such a thing mean to the mage, to a person? More importantly, why wasn't their soul able to dance currently? The silver bells in their hand jingled softly as they turned them over absently. First and foremost, they needed to get the strength and flexibility in their body back to fit conditions. Next, they likely would need to teach their body to dance... though they already had some basis for it through the martial training they'd received briefly. Along side this training and learning would be a need to learn more about what was happening to them, how their magic had changed, and perhaps even why.
After pondering this for several quiet minutes, they spoke up again.
"Whenever you're ready Quincy."
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Post by Quincy Demir on Feb 12, 2024 18:17:38 GMT -5
For a moment he felt like a child sitting next to their friend on a cold day. The silence that surrounded them was a warm blanket that gave him this odd sense of security. As long as neither of them said anything this security could remain. In his mind there sat a young beardless boy whose clothes were a little big on him. He would grow into the clothes or so that's what he was told. Sitting next to the boy was something of just a smaller version of Lo with a bigger head. As Quincy looked at this odd version of his new friend he could only think ‘they'd grow into it’. To live in this moment where they were just friends and the company alone was enough was a pipe dream at best. Though unfortunately this pipe dream was one Quincy was more than willing to try and indulge in for as long as possible. As long as possible quickly turned into mere sweet moments as the illusion of childhood began to fade with Lo's words.
The illusion, in truth, was just another distraction from the heart of the problem. Quincy knew this all too well. At this point he'd been running from the pain for so long he found it hard to even imagine facing it. So this interim moment, before he takes the first steps, but after he's stopped running, was a sort of purgatory he quickly stagnated in. That hesitancy to speak kept the moment alive a little long, but all things must come to an end, even this.
“I lost someone dear to me and with them a part of myself. My loss, though unnatural in method, is something I would have to face one day. I just…didn't expect things would happen so…soon.”
He paused for a moment, the realization of the first step having been taken was a bit overwhelming.
“I know it pales in comparison to what you've been through. I just… am I the same man that held his spear to the heavens with pride? Can I still be him? You've gone through so much and here I am babbling about the natural order. I don't know true strife.”
He could feel the tears forming, and for the first time he didn't have the strength, or was it the want, to fight them back. In his own eyes at this moment he was a truly pitiful creature. A child in an adult's body crying over the uncontrollable when there were far more serious matters to attend to.
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Post by Loex on Feb 13, 2024 0:50:14 GMT -5
The mage listened to the man's words intently, trying to place themselves in the situation. They had little to no relatable experience, but that didn't mean they couldn't understand. How would they feel if somehow Sylvari, Vinny, or any of the other kind souls in their life were gone? Distraught, to say the least, as the pair had given Lo their mind back, their soul... They did understand one important part of this though, one that Quincy would need to hear.
Lost in thought, Lo was slow to notice that the warrior had come to tears. Without knowing them better, it was tough to know how to comfort them, but the mage put a hand on their shoulder in support. Affection was still a peculiar reality to the mage, with some outright rejecting it, and others unable to stop themselves... At first glance, one would think Quincy floating closer to the former, but that did not mean there wasn't the latter's desire somewhere within. If the man needed more comfort, he had but to ask or act.
When Quincy calmed down again, Lo began with their thought.
"We are not who we were before Quincy, even from yesterday to today. Whether or not you still hold to the pride of your craft and skill is something you must decide each day. I would venture to say that neither of us are the person we were before those events, and now that we are in the after of them it is even more true. The choice I would make today are not anything like those I would have made as a youngling... before the Tome was darkening my mind... I am neither that warped individual, nor the naive whelp, but someone entirely new who must take those lessons and make a new self from them. The path that follows will be unique to you, made by the choices going forward and the steps you put beneath your feet. The strikes of your spear, and the staying, both will impact the new man you become... but change is the only inevitable in this life as far as I've come to understand it... Today leads to tomorrow, and turns it into yesterday, marching forward with the countless choices and actions of all things. We cannot remain who we were and still be a part of that natural state, so we must learn to change and grow with the experiences of our lives. Venture to be the person who will smile, because they were able to experience yesterday, grow today, and look forward to tomorrow."
The mage paused for a moment, realizing these were their own opinions and perspective.
"This is my own opinion, my own experiences have led to this understanding. I hope it helps in some way towards your own tomorrow Quincy."
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Post by Quincy Demir on Feb 23, 2024 3:41:49 GMT -5
Somewhere deep within him Quincy knew the wise words of his companion were true, but there was something that just felt lost on him. As true as the words were, that didn't make the scaled one's medicine any easier to swallow. Those bitter words. To move forward felt wrong. Even if it was inevitable he couldn't willingly accept the idea of him changing without a fight, and he wanted so much to be the version of himself that could recall the warmth of his mother's embrace. The smell of her perfumes and oils. The sound of her voice chastising him. Were he a better son would he still harbor such feelings? Would he still be this shadow of his former self he was today?
“You say I can not be the man I was yesterday and I loath the man I am today. So what am I to do? Just move forward and learn to smile? Must I be this iteration of myself that can't even remember the taste of his mother's cooking? To accept this mandate you speak of and truly soothe this pain, is that not letting go of what little I have left of her? I do not know if I have the will, my friend. I…”
Quincy clenched his fists tightly. He had said his fair share and the rest was for him and him alone. His feelings were laid bare. This stagnance he found himself in was self imposed, as if to pick at a scab to keep a wound from healing properly. Having said it aloud, giving his thoughts a true voice, allowed for a perspective that mere thought could seldom provide. All this time he thought he was running away, when in reality he was keeping himself in a pained state to hold on. Could he live well without the pain?
Slowly he rose to his feet. There was a lot to think about. His sleeve would make for a makeshift handkerchief as he used it to wipe the tears away.
“Thank you, Lo. I think it's time I left.”
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Post by Loex on Feb 23, 2024 7:06:06 GMT -5
Lo listened to Quincy speaking of his past for the first time, even noting the misinterpretation. While the mage hadn't mentioned anything about loathing or being distraught with one's own life, it was woven in and hinted at the source of the warrior's dilemma. They could understand how difficult it was to speak of such emotions, dig through the unsavory parts of one's past. It wasn't much of a surprise when the man straightened up and announced his departure.
"Safe travels, wherever your destination may be Quincy. You have the will to get up and keep trying every day, that will see you through, and letting go of yesterday does not mean forgetting it. Letting go means accepting that time, that point of our lives, is not this moment. There is a balancing point, an understanding one can strive towards, where our past is a part of our future, but not beholden to it. Where we take each day in stride, learn from it as much as we can, and move forward into tomorrow... That isn't to say I've got the shortcut to this understanding... but I know it's possible, even achievable Each of us gets to choose Quincy, and that choice for me is to do all I can to be someone who can atone for the past and give hope to the future of those around me. Think of this: You have memories of your mother, her cooking, her lessons and impact on your life. Many, many people in this world have not had such an experience. Myself included... I know not who my birth givers are... I've been an orphan and a slave my whole life... beholden to the whim of another. Embrace those cherished memories, while striding forward... you're capable of both Quincy, you don't have to choose between them. The caveat here is doing so in a healthy way, in a way that lets you move forward and change, like clearing the gunk from a blocked creek so that it may flow freely again. Forgive me if I brought some offense, but I'm learning about this barely a half-step ahead. Please take care, and feel free to visit again in your travels if you like. Good luck Quincy."
With that Lo began to pack away the various dishes and prepare to head home themselves. All they could do was try, and that was the most trying Lo had done in a long time. Mentally, emotionally, they were exhausted and their body wasn't going to be far behind. All the mage could ponder in that moment was crawling into their cot and sleeping til morning.
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Post by Quincy Demir on Mar 2, 2024 0:29:04 GMT -5
Before he could take his first steps away from his new acquaintance they spoke. Their words landing on near deaf ears. Quincy couldn't seem to focus on the right subjects. Almost incapable of taking in the whole picture, blinded by the details. His shoulders locked and his teeth gritted. They'd said enough to each other in his eyes. So why was he still talking? They were a preacher in a den of thieves trying to sell the good word to those that didn't want to hear their song and dance anymore. The situation was easy to see for him, to move on was to let go, to let go was to begin to forget the memories, what little he had left of her. It was plain as day to him yet Lo preached otherwise. A hand found its way to his forehead resting there a moment, as he took a deep breath. Waiting just a moment after Lo finished speaking before saying his goodbyes.
“May the winds always be at your back, friend… live well.”
The last two words he said in a hushed voice. Something about them felt like he had to say them but he didn't have the desire to. Like the forced words a parent makes a child say. ‘You have the will to get up and keep trying every day…’ did he truly? Or was getting up each day all he knew how to do? Quincy shook his head while turning away from Lo. The sound of the earth beneath his feet a welcome distraction.
– – Exit stage left – –
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