#aetherpulse

"You are not wrong. We all return to the lifestream once we pass from this world, and when one life ends a new one begins. The circle of life is truly a fascinating thing." As what can be said for living people it is the same for other living things as well. Plants. Animals. Organisms. "An example being for when a animal eats plants, it passes through its body and well I will not get into details but that becomes fodder for something new to grow in that place. When a building is abandoned and begins to crack and crumble. Where death may have been life seeps in to take back its foundation. But listen to me ramble on. I'm certain you have far better things to do than listen to me." Y'shtola smiled.

(    🐇   )             SHE DOESN’T MOVE AS    y’shtola speaks of how the circle of life tends to be,    how at the end of it all a death feeds life somewhere else or return.    the way life and death intermingle and are sisters is a concept the wintery wood taught her,    that all life was precious and had use.    the way things have gone in her life up to this point,    the way she has had to change and adapt has skewed many of her thoughts of things but life and death had never been one of them.    the veena smiles herself,   SHAKING HER HEAD.

                <      NEVER.    YOU ARE    endlessly interesting to listen to.      >

“It must be exciting, getting to travel as you do. I’ve really not left Garlemald in years - being back in Doma is a little overwhelming so I’m sure I couldn’t do what you do.” He smiled, talking idly as he looked around. 

  “Oft I would prefer to continue travels despite the dark, yet I know others require their rest and so I attempt to find some form of activity in the surrounding area. Sometimes there are travelers who require simple aid, sometimes it is no more than investigating a plant that catches my eye as something different,” he mused, smiling. “Anything to keep some memories at bay, where sleep only intensifies them.”

  He falls silent, turning his head and tilting it to peer up at the stars. The night sky was clear, twinkling stars dancing across depths of black and blue.

  “Because I’ve never said it, but I’ve always felt it. Its not as though you can just know how I feel though so... I thought I should tell you.”

  His smile is soft as he looks upon her. She had grown much since their very first meeting, a time when he never would have expected to be tied by fate to her or her brother through what living hell they’ve all been thrown into. He chuckled suddenly.

send   ‘ 🌲 ‘   for your muse to find mine stuck in a tree, unable to get down. @aetherpulse

  A miscalculation and one at the worst of times. He much preferred to make such blunders on his own when training, not when he had friends and comrades around.

  Rothalion groaned and hung his head, arm tugging at the branch lodged in the fabric of his chest piece. A huff puffed out his chest yet he still felt like a feeble kitten trapped in the large pine, needles jabbing relentlessly into flesh and rough branches trapping him in their embrace. He almost didn’t want to look down more-so in fear of the look he’d get being seen suspended in such a fashion due to his own mistakes; likely, Alisaie would never let him live this down.

  “Give me a moment, will you?” he grumbled, wriggling in vain against the branches. So much for being an experienced dragoon. An Azure Dragoon, of all things.