The noon sun shown high over head, beating down on those who walked the wood of the docks amid the vessels of various sizes. The sounds of ocean birds calling and men shouting filled the air. Large crates bearing all manner of goods rose and fell, pulled by large rigs and many ropes.
Irist walked among his brothers, nodding in respect to each as he past, though inside he was a darker storm of ill content. Each step he took reminded the Akontak of where he was going, and precisely what he was leaving behind. A home, a people, a life that could have been. Irist could have been happy here, among his brothers, among his people and his city. This WAS home, but his idiotic brother seemed intent on driving them far far from it.
Shaking his head Irist ran a hand through his silver hair, looking up at the blue sky as he cursed in his native tongue, "Petch. Forced to leave THIS for who knows what danger in some unknown land. We might never return, but Abase doesn't care. Why can't he be content to live here among our people. There is plenty of purpose to be had here."
In the darkness of their shared mind Irist could feel Abase listening to him, knew he heard every word that Irist spoke. It was what he had intended of course, but his Light Brother's silence was infuriating.
Fine. Be silent if you wish brother, but know that I despise this foolish venture you are dragging me on. Why can you not be content with what you have? Why can you not be HAPPY simply living?
From the darkness a simple, and short answer blossomed over the expanse of silence, Because there has to be more.
Irist cursed allowed, annoyance written across his features as he turned to head off of the wooden planks and onto solid ground, "In your selfishness you will strip us of everything, and then brother there will certainly be NO more to this life of ours."
Irist walked among his brothers, nodding in respect to each as he past, though inside he was a darker storm of ill content. Each step he took reminded the Akontak of where he was going, and precisely what he was leaving behind. A home, a people, a life that could have been. Irist could have been happy here, among his brothers, among his people and his city. This WAS home, but his idiotic brother seemed intent on driving them far far from it.
Shaking his head Irist ran a hand through his silver hair, looking up at the blue sky as he cursed in his native tongue, "Petch. Forced to leave THIS for who knows what danger in some unknown land. We might never return, but Abase doesn't care. Why can't he be content to live here among our people. There is plenty of purpose to be had here."
In the darkness of their shared mind Irist could feel Abase listening to him, knew he heard every word that Irist spoke. It was what he had intended of course, but his Light Brother's silence was infuriating.
Fine. Be silent if you wish brother, but know that I despise this foolish venture you are dragging me on. Why can you not be content with what you have? Why can you not be HAPPY simply living?
From the darkness a simple, and short answer blossomed over the expanse of silence, Because there has to be more.
Irist cursed allowed, annoyance written across his features as he turned to head off of the wooden planks and onto solid ground, "In your selfishness you will strip us of everything, and then brother there will certainly be NO more to this life of ours."