Kel nodded, "Fair enough. Zeltiva isn't boring by any means, and you'll find if your adventure if you know where to look. It is nothing like Wind Reach, but you'll get around I'm sure. And I know I'll be drawn to this place again. Gotta keep reading...plus visiting the parents is always good too" he smirked.
Valo replied with a soft smile, a content smile, to Kel's smirk and a nod that he understood well. He only wished that perhaps he could visit his own mother. The wonderful woman who had gifted him with the very best of childhoods. His two dearest sisters. It wasn't a though that lingered in his mind often, for whenever it hit him, he would often shed a secret tear of homesickness and truth it was that the artist would give up any earthly possession to simply be able to embrace his family once more. But he had made his choice. He chose art over them and ever since that day he plowed forward, without the very capability of looking back. For if he was to truly look back than Valo would probably ask him self whether the decision was a good one.
It seemed that ever since he was a child, Valo had dreamed about nothing but Zletiva. A fool who lived in the future, rather than enjoyed the present to it's fullest. Nothing ever seemed enough for him. For it was ambition that obscured the world, ambition that propelled his from what he knew and loved, plunging into the cold waters of the unknown, so sure that was the way to prosper. Art is a powerful force over the men with heart like Valo's. A mistress who caused the fool to forsake his all and fallow it blindly.
"Well Valo, you seem to know where you are going, now if only I could figure out where I am going." laughed Kel with what seemed to the artist like serious notes within a joyous display. A certain cynicism in a light hearted conversation. Perhaps it could have been just his imagination, but what else could be expected from a man who truly questioned where it was that he was going and what it was that he was striving for.
"I do wish you the very best of luck with that, dear Kel." he smiled, and when he did his eyes glowed with warmth towards the other. "Best of luck indeed." and with those words he rose to his feet, gathering his belongings in elegant mannerism. "Now I believe I should be on my way. It was truly a pleasure meeting you and I look forward to perhaps another such pleasant a meeting." After just a moment more of making sure there was nothing he had forgotten, replacing the book in it's just place on the shelf, the artist bowed his head respectful to the other. If Kel was to stop him, perhaps in the wish to accompany him or merely to request his company for a little longer, Valo would gladly conform. But there was work at home waiting for him. There were thoughts to be banished. It seems an artist to is a busy man.
He hadn't though terribly over leaving Wind Reach and he had yet to truly experience the meaning of the word homesick. That was perhaps until Kel mentioned it. Until those few words were spoken. "... plus visiting the parents is always good too." the words, now a residual haunting in his mind. What kind of a son was he to have simply abandoned the woman who gave him life? Was he selfish and thoughtless? Thoughtless, that was for sure. Painful thoughts they were, that wound though his head now. A rock on his heart. It seemed however, that there was nothing more that the half blood Inarta could do, but simply ignore his thoughts and simply exist, striving for the future.
Valo replied with a soft smile, a content smile, to Kel's smirk and a nod that he understood well. He only wished that perhaps he could visit his own mother. The wonderful woman who had gifted him with the very best of childhoods. His two dearest sisters. It wasn't a though that lingered in his mind often, for whenever it hit him, he would often shed a secret tear of homesickness and truth it was that the artist would give up any earthly possession to simply be able to embrace his family once more. But he had made his choice. He chose art over them and ever since that day he plowed forward, without the very capability of looking back. For if he was to truly look back than Valo would probably ask him self whether the decision was a good one.
It seemed that ever since he was a child, Valo had dreamed about nothing but Zletiva. A fool who lived in the future, rather than enjoyed the present to it's fullest. Nothing ever seemed enough for him. For it was ambition that obscured the world, ambition that propelled his from what he knew and loved, plunging into the cold waters of the unknown, so sure that was the way to prosper. Art is a powerful force over the men with heart like Valo's. A mistress who caused the fool to forsake his all and fallow it blindly.
"Well Valo, you seem to know where you are going, now if only I could figure out where I am going." laughed Kel with what seemed to the artist like serious notes within a joyous display. A certain cynicism in a light hearted conversation. Perhaps it could have been just his imagination, but what else could be expected from a man who truly questioned where it was that he was going and what it was that he was striving for.
"I do wish you the very best of luck with that, dear Kel." he smiled, and when he did his eyes glowed with warmth towards the other. "Best of luck indeed." and with those words he rose to his feet, gathering his belongings in elegant mannerism. "Now I believe I should be on my way. It was truly a pleasure meeting you and I look forward to perhaps another such pleasant a meeting." After just a moment more of making sure there was nothing he had forgotten, replacing the book in it's just place on the shelf, the artist bowed his head respectful to the other. If Kel was to stop him, perhaps in the wish to accompany him or merely to request his company for a little longer, Valo would gladly conform. But there was work at home waiting for him. There were thoughts to be banished. It seems an artist to is a busy man.
He hadn't though terribly over leaving Wind Reach and he had yet to truly experience the meaning of the word homesick. That was perhaps until Kel mentioned it. Until those few words were spoken. "... plus visiting the parents is always good too." the words, now a residual haunting in his mind. What kind of a son was he to have simply abandoned the woman who gave him life? Was he selfish and thoughtless? Thoughtless, that was for sure. Painful thoughts they were, that wound though his head now. A rock on his heart. It seemed however, that there was nothing more that the half blood Inarta could do, but simply ignore his thoughts and simply exist, striving for the future.
