Re: Boredom and Mischief (Open)
Posted: Mon May 15, 2023 4:01 pm
Boredom and Mischief
Destyn was not altogether certain why his reflexive response to the captain's altered scansion was awe, when such things were not uncommon amongst poetical circles, but that was how he reacted in spite of himself. Wide-eyed he listened to the answer posed to his direct query. Now the awe felt more earned, as he came to understand more about his task and its mythic implications.
He'd grown up on tales of the First Tree and his heart swelled with the sudden comprehension that his endeavour, which always felt important albeit in some vague, ethereal way, now bore a colossal gravity hitherto unknown. Moreover, the knowledge that The Duck was hewn of the First Tree's bark lent enlightenment to contextualise the woes over which he'd first bonded with the ship. It was like unto discovering he had unknowingly communed with a god. Having recently done so knowingly with Talon-Arcas, the weight of this was not lost upon him.
As Kynne spoke on, it seemed that he and Imogen were the first to carve out a semblance of clarity from the cryptic. Each of them was on a path... Hers of 'metal' his of 'wood'. As a wooden die rose up from the sands before him, he knelt to pluck it up, allowing it to lay in the palm of his hand as he rose from the ground. His wings flitted ever so slightly, energised by the excitement of all the news of the day.
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Destyn was not altogether certain why his reflexive response to the captain's altered scansion was awe, when such things were not uncommon amongst poetical circles, but that was how he reacted in spite of himself. Wide-eyed he listened to the answer posed to his direct query. Now the awe felt more earned, as he came to understand more about his task and its mythic implications.
He'd grown up on tales of the First Tree and his heart swelled with the sudden comprehension that his endeavour, which always felt important albeit in some vague, ethereal way, now bore a colossal gravity hitherto unknown. Moreover, the knowledge that The Duck was hewn of the First Tree's bark lent enlightenment to contextualise the woes over which he'd first bonded with the ship. It was like unto discovering he had unknowingly communed with a god. Having recently done so knowingly with Talon-Arcas, the weight of this was not lost upon him.
As Kynne spoke on, it seemed that he and Imogen were the first to carve out a semblance of clarity from the cryptic. Each of them was on a path... Hers of 'metal' his of 'wood'. As a wooden die rose up from the sands before him, he knelt to pluck it up, allowing it to lay in the palm of his hand as he rose from the ground. His wings flitted ever so slightly, energised by the excitement of all the news of the day.