by Miles on February 10th, 2013, 4:23 am
Miles strode on the boat in silence, obviously absorbed by other thoughts. His arm was rested, his pockets were empty, and his thirst for knowledge and understanding teetered on obsessive. He had garnered supplies and such with the last of his weekly budget (which was nothing to show, to be honest) and for the first time he was concerned about his home, and his life. Adella had done it to him. She was decent enough he supposed, but an unexpected houseguest at the worst, and a rather unwilling partner at best. The stress of that life weighed on him, and somewhere in his thoughts it was good to sail away from the shores of Zeltiva, even into certain doom.
He showed his face to his fellow travelers, or rather his fellow gravemates, and flashed a dazzling but short lived smile to Besnik. He should have known the Kelvic would show. Adventure, possible doom and a hint of treasure is enough to call young blood to boil. His blood had been boiling for the past few weeks. It was time to turn the heat down.
The thief immediately found a place to stand, and began trying desperately to calm and focus his thoughts. Mediation would be the only way, really. Remembering some of Abraham's lessons, he counted the waves slapping against the boat. He felt the gentle sway of the small vessel, and imagined it was a flow of energy, of the Earth's Djed. He tried to tune himself to it, delving deeper within himself, ignoring that which is outside of him with each rhythmic slap of the wave against the boat. If this were to be a trying time, Miles would have to be ready and focused. He offered a small prayer to Akajia that what was kept secret would be placed in capable hands- that this expedition would be done with respect to that which has remained hidden.
Charm spoke and he wondered what kind of life she led. What would make an elder throw her golden years away to chance like this? One last adventure? One final discovery? It is believed that the dying bear the secrets of life to the living- to be blessed with one's final words is to be gifted with something holy. Miles wondered if she had come out here to die after all. A place where her loved ones would not be burdened. A place that would not know her name, her struggles. But if she came to die, why bring others along for the ride?
All he could do was wonder and await the future, the greatest mystery of them all.
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