12-06-2007, 07:47 AM
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| A rather ambiguous feeling moved over Tamerlane's dark gaze as he followed the line of the horizon. He was not jealous of the female's home -- that was, the fact that she had a home -- but it was more an acknowledging that she had something that he did not; something that he could never have. Storm was something of an official home; but that wasn't where his heart lay. What brought you to this place? I suppose... the fact that I don't have a home, he replied honestly. As a traveller, it sometimes feels as though you are chasing something that you can never find. It may be a romantic, often false concept, but it is still there, and perhaps some travellers use it as a comfort. After all, it's a dismal thing to think that you're moving towards nothing. |