11-06-2007, 07:32 PM
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indent They had burnt his father. Given him back to the thing that had spat him out; all hellfire and damnation and all that rot. His mother’s body had lay scattered in pieces; he himself spread them. Perhaps there was symbolism in that action. He couldn’t remember. He didn’t connect to the person he had been before. If he passed him today, he might leave him with a warning. He might shatter his perception of the world for the hope of change. True change, though, only came through suffering.
indent His companion for the moment, pale and marked with strange symbols, with the worn look of a leatherfoot. One knew his own people. Regarding him for a moment, Ahren contemplated the words quietly before speaking.
“You must not be from around here,” he said with a dull sort of cynicism he had not been aware of gaining.
indent They had burnt his father. Given him back to the thing that had spat him out; all hellfire and damnation and all that rot. His mother’s body had lay scattered in pieces; he himself spread them. Perhaps there was symbolism in that action. He couldn’t remember. He didn’t connect to the person he had been before. If he passed him today, he might leave him with a warning. He might shatter his perception of the world for the hope of change. True change, though, only came through suffering.
indent His companion for the moment, pale and marked with strange symbols, with the worn look of a leatherfoot. One knew his own people. Regarding him for a moment, Ahren contemplated the words quietly before speaking.
“You must not be from around here,” he said with a dull sort of cynicism he had not been aware of gaining.