89th of Fall, 511
The chill in the air was something Corvus was having trouble adjusting to, but the crisp smell of it on the wind was one of the rare things he’d found that he actually enjoyed. With his cobalt cloak wrapped a little more tightly around him, he left the busy city behind in search of some solitude. In the early morning, Syna was rising and her presence in the sky pulled at his body in awkward ways. It was still a struggle to control his physical form during the day but his feet no longer felt as if there were stones in his boots. It was small progress but it added to the good mood he hoped to achieve.
As he walked, he hummed lightly one of the tunes Ifran had sung for him. His throat did nothing to reproduce the beautiful sounds his friend’s had made but it helped him keep his mood light nonetheless. When he was far enough outside the city, he walked off the path and wandered out towards the base of the mountain. Finding a suitably shaded spot where he was out of reach of the sun, he settled onto the hard ground in a less than graceful heap. The Ethaefal still had not found the humor in his current condition, despite the growing lightness in his step.
He looked around him, for the first time able to enjoy his surroundings. His eyes roamed over the high peaks of the mountains, the only flaw in their beauty, how close to the sun they rose. It blinded him to look too far up, but that was only part of what wasn’t settling with him today and the need that had brought him out, so far away from people, was still grumbling inside of him, so he decided he needed to look deeper.
He closed his eyes to the world around him, letting it all fall away. He’d been practicing and he was getting better at letting his body relax, but to get the full effect, he still needed to be away from most noises, as he wasn’t very good at blocking them out yet. As he let go of his sight and turned inward towards the darkness, comfort started to wrap itself around him. Slowly it unraveled him, soothing the aches in his body as he focused on each one, and let it go. First his legs, then his arms, finally his hands and his feet. When he could no longer feel them, he focused on his breathing. Deep breaths slowed his pulse and when he had relaxed his body enough, he opened himself up to the nagging thoughts in his mind about the god he couldn’t trust.
