Quite the Gathering Part 2.6 of The Part of Moving On Winter 40th 512 AV; Mid-Afternoon When the anger has died and we find that we only bring ourselves down further, we come to withdraw into a new state of mind. It is a process to where we think back in our lost moments, wishing for a chance to undo whatever it is that was done. We seek only an answer, a solution as to what could've solved or prevented our problem. Only to find that what we bargain is never enough to lift the veil... Today was somehow different for Ricky compared to the last few others, sure there was illness about the town now but surely he was fine. Ricky felt fine now that he thought of it, of course what ever reason he felt healthy wasn't really considered for him. Why? Because he was still emotionally impaired. He was well now moving on to a different state of mind as anger didn't really seem to get him anywhere, his heart a fountain of endless feelings that flurried and sputtered out because of the damage it suffered. Though the season was nearing its halfway pointed Ricky was still dealing with his loss, a great devasation that smashed his heart into fragments. Now of course its remains have come together, leaving a hallowed cacoon waiting for its void to be filled once more. The air was in fact very cold today as he was on his way to the Kelp Bar, finally taking a load off as he finished his shift of guard duty. It was a day that felt rather long for Ricky, a day he was happy to think was soon over. Arriving at the Kelp Bar he opened the door to enter, the merrily bells ringing to signify an alarm that a patron had entered. The bar was dark and gloomy as usual, but it felt warm and modest compared to the cold outside. Sailors and customers all huddled up in their conversations as laughter and chatter was the sound that filled the place. Ocassionally some would cough here and there, as no doubt they too were holding off the illness that loomed over Zeltiva. Ricky took his seat at the bar and looked to the barkeep, her look being one that Ricky already knew too well. He shook his head as a manner of no and she went back to her business. Ricky had already spent more than enough time drinking the beer here, it was high time he start keeping himself in check. This season had flown by rather swiftly when he thought about it, even if it still felt rather slow and painful in its beginning. He had lately found himself sleeping a bit more easier as his nightmares turned to different dreams. Dreams he would give anything to make them into a reality. He zoned out to the space that was in front of him, thinking deeply about the ways the events could've turn out. |