Jay was still looking at the sky. “I see. So it’s a bit like the stars, right? The daytime sky is too bright for us to see them. Maybe the cracks are too high up.”
She just had to wait. Jay knew what he’d do: He’d be impatient, drifting here and there with the tides, trying to do something without knowing what. But he knew that the Gods often did confusing things – they had to be different from mortals, otherwise they wouldn’t be Gods. To him, that was perfectly reasonable logic.
When Cosimia trailed off and started giggling, his grin widened and his eyes followed the ball between her hands. Sitting there tense and curious about her next move, the marten could almost be mistaken for a cat.
For the time being, however, she answered his question. Jay tilted his head a little as she spoke of Lhavit. Despite her kind words, the way she said them suggested distance and even cold. Apparently it hadn’t been the right place for her and Jay felt reminded of the many times the Darkcrests had anchored in Zeltiva and other port towns. They’d worked and lived with the residents for a while, but they’d always returned to their ships for the night. Just like his human family, Jay had felt that he didn’t belong with the land-dwellers.
He heaved a quiet sigh and watched as the Ethaefal dipped a finger into the water. Part of the Kelvic expected her to fall prey to colorful illusions or attacked by some siren of the glade. Nothing happened though. The clear water went into the wad of grass she’d formed before she tossed it at Jay.
Despite the dim light, he predicted its course and plucked it from the air with one hand. Grinning, he threw it only to catch it again. Then his face fell. “No, I don’t have family here. I have a job and it’s interesting, but I don’t know yet if I love it. I came to Alvadas not because I wanted to see it, I simply went on and arrived here. There’s a word… driftwood? I came here like driftwood.”
Looking up, he wondered if he’d found the right words. Cosimia was nice, so he wanted to tell her what had happened and why he’d ended up in the city of illusion. At the same time, he couldn’t think about the past. Simply couldn’t. So he tried to change the topic. “And how is Alvadas for you? Do you think it can be home? And if you have a job here, will you tell me what it is?” Despite the slight tremble in his voice, Jay was genuinely curious what a gentle Ethaefal like Cosimia was doing for a living.
She just had to wait. Jay knew what he’d do: He’d be impatient, drifting here and there with the tides, trying to do something without knowing what. But he knew that the Gods often did confusing things – they had to be different from mortals, otherwise they wouldn’t be Gods. To him, that was perfectly reasonable logic.
When Cosimia trailed off and started giggling, his grin widened and his eyes followed the ball between her hands. Sitting there tense and curious about her next move, the marten could almost be mistaken for a cat.
For the time being, however, she answered his question. Jay tilted his head a little as she spoke of Lhavit. Despite her kind words, the way she said them suggested distance and even cold. Apparently it hadn’t been the right place for her and Jay felt reminded of the many times the Darkcrests had anchored in Zeltiva and other port towns. They’d worked and lived with the residents for a while, but they’d always returned to their ships for the night. Just like his human family, Jay had felt that he didn’t belong with the land-dwellers.
He heaved a quiet sigh and watched as the Ethaefal dipped a finger into the water. Part of the Kelvic expected her to fall prey to colorful illusions or attacked by some siren of the glade. Nothing happened though. The clear water went into the wad of grass she’d formed before she tossed it at Jay.
Despite the dim light, he predicted its course and plucked it from the air with one hand. Grinning, he threw it only to catch it again. Then his face fell. “No, I don’t have family here. I have a job and it’s interesting, but I don’t know yet if I love it. I came to Alvadas not because I wanted to see it, I simply went on and arrived here. There’s a word… driftwood? I came here like driftwood.”
Looking up, he wondered if he’d found the right words. Cosimia was nice, so he wanted to tell her what had happened and why he’d ended up in the city of illusion. At the same time, he couldn’t think about the past. Simply couldn’t. So he tried to change the topic. “And how is Alvadas for you? Do you think it can be home? And if you have a job here, will you tell me what it is?” Despite the slight tremble in his voice, Jay was genuinely curious what a gentle Ethaefal like Cosimia was doing for a living.
