To the Freedom Land

it was really fun when I did the challenge few months ago so I decided to do it again, this time with my own palettes :)

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As Freedom went over everything Isaac had asked, the researcher made himself comfortable to sit and listen. The crystals sounded like an interesting part of Atlantis’ culture and was excited when Wren passed him his crystal to look at. It had a soft blue glow and he could only imagine the significance of these stones to the people here.

There did seem to be an abundance of water in the area, making it reasonable that the diet’s staples would be fish. He had to wonder if it was leaking in somewhere from the ocean, since they did have dive below it to reach Atlantis. “I see, so I take it the forests aren’t very safe. Or is it that the few bridges that are available are unable to handle heavy traffic?”

When Wren spoke of Kit Isaac soaked up everything. He really was curious about Wren’s and Kit’s species. Since they lived underground it made little sense for a humanoid bird species to evolve, but much of the vegetation had been different from what Isaac knew of. Was the local fauna the same?

    “The forests are relatively safe.” He shrugged. “We’ve just had no way of getting out of here and we didn’t need the bridges unless we needed to hunt in this area, which is very rare. But the most that the bridges can handle are a few people at a time. They’re quite long and the material is old-- you could imagine. They’ve only been changed a couple times from the centuries I’ve lived here.” They could break. But Free knew that they were quite durable. They could carry at least the group across.

    Wren was getting quite upset talking about Kit in such a negative way. If he was always going to be like this, it could affect Kit. He needed more positivity in his life. “He’s slowly figuring things out. It would help if we had his father around. He died before the boy was even born. One day he said he would go out into this very forest to hunt and never returned. We figured he died after days of searching.” Freedom sighed.

    He lied down on his leaves and closed his eyes. He would not sleep that night. “I’ve made it this far; almost two thousand years. I might as well keep on going.”

“Ah, no it’s not like that!” Isaac started waving his hands around to draw Wren’s attention. “Civil’s practically scared of his own shadow! Why, the first time he saw me he looked like he was going to cry, probably because this big, 6’2” giant came up and started talking to him randomly! He’ll warm up in no time, I assure you!” Or, Isaac hoped that would be the case. Sure Civil had warmed up to him just fine, but would he be able to get used to Wren and his wings.

With his tent set up he unrolled his sleeping bag and lit a lantern to go over the Shepard’s journal again before Wren spoke. “That’s fine, I have sleeping problems myself, so I don’t mind talking for a bit.”

Looking upwards Isaac took a minute to think of a few questions. “Well, what is Atlantean culture like? What kinds of festivals or holidays do you celebrate? What types of foods do you eat during them? What foods do you eat the rest of the time?”

    But the hybrid was still doubting that Civil would ever be comfortable around him. He was a scary, unknown being to him with giant wings, claws and a. . . fake tail. Isaac was at least human so it would be easier to get used to him. That made it sound as if Wren was not human at all, however. “I’m not so sure. We’d have to see how it plays out between us. It’d be okay if we don’t get along I just... would be a bit upset.” Like he already was.

    The questions were a good distraction from their previous conversation. Hopefully they wouldn’t return to the topic.

    “What’s the whole culture like? That’s such a broad question. I could answer that so many ways. So I’ll answer the others first.

    “There aren’t many holidays per say, but we do have a lot of ceremonies. Like when a baby is born, they receive a crystal. All of it’s inhabitants have one.” Freedom picks up his pike and points it over Isaac’s shoulder, making sure not to hit him. Tied by the arrowhead was a necklace with a glowing blue crystal. “This is what almost all of them look like.” He allows Isaac to take it if he wants or places it down otherwise.

    “We almost always have fish and seafood. It’s a staple in their diet. Otherwise there are lots of herbs that we get from the surrounding forests. But only some gatherers like me come here now.”

    He shrugs. Those were easy enough to answer. But the next question that comes up isn’t. He doesn’t want to talk about his family... Not if it meant talking about Shadow... Isaac seemed only interested in Kit for now, however. He could explain that much.

Wren’s suggestion to leave the machines behind made him ‘hmmm’. The Sargent was not going to be happy with that news, but this was for the sake of discovery and they really had no other options. The Sargent would just have to settle with what he got.

Civil looked nervous about giving that news to his superiors, so Isaac leaned over and patted his back.

Wren continued explaining what was and wasn’t possible. “You have a son?” Isaac asked excitedly. He loved kids! Being a father was his dream! “Oh, uh, sorry to get off topic.” He cleared his throat before speaking again. “We wouldn’t ask you to carry anyone or anything across. We’ve posed enough of an imposition on you by having you guide us into the city. Right Civil?” He gently elbowed his friend who had gone quiet.

“R-right!”

“Alright, I better get my own tent sent up.” Isaac sighed as he stood. “Wren would you mind keeping me company? Bye Civil!” He waved before heading off.

    The excitement that was hinted in Isaac’s voice made Freedom smile. “Yes, he’s almost a teenager now. He’s not that young anymore, but he’s still got a long life ahead of him.” That was assuming that Kit would live as long as Freedom.

    “Honestly, I wouldn’t mind having the machines in the city, but they might frighten and pique too much of an interest in the locals. And it would also take too much time to build a sturdy bridge to carry them over.” A couple months at the least. That gorge was by no means small.

   He was glad that they came to a swift conclusion. The sun had set and it was about time to get to sleep. As Wren headed over to his bed he heard Isaac’s request. “I would not mind at all! But most might say I’m not terribly good company to keep.” There were reasons for that. Reasons he did not like to discuss. He could get quite restless during the night and have a hard time sleeping, so he could wake Isaac up by accident. Wren decided to keep that to himself for now.

    The hybrid continued to keep his wings lowered despite Isaac trying to cheer him up. He was both too lazy to keep them up and still feeling a little guilty. “I do hope he becomes more comfortable around me soon. I hate having people be so scared of me just because I have wings and claws-- It’s not my fault.” Wren sighs, a little upset. Before finding Atlantis, people would think that he was some sort of demon. People were terrified of him and he was terrified of them.

    Wren growls to himself and lies down in his small nest of leaves. He shifts many times into different positions. One time he tried curling up, he tried lying on his stomach or on his back again. Nothing seemed comfortable enough to let him sleep.