I saw the sun

Larkspur D'Angelo · 05-08-2010, 11:25 PM

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Set in the Vineyards, backdated to the 5th.

There was a constant need to remain physical. Larkspur did not develop his brain as most others did—he was simple, and could not read nor write. His companions were few and far between, though not entirely by choice. Having never been raised to be social he was stunted and awkward around many. So instead he worked alone, rebuilding the home he had claimed as his own or working with his horse. Of these two things, it was the latter he was doing today.

They had traveled to the fields outside of the vineyards where Larkspur made his home. He had ridden out past the vineyard and through the open fields, alternating between a walk and a faster-paced canter. Technically, he was doing his duty to the pack—he covered far more ground on horseback. Between these rides and his travels east, the southern borders of Dahlia de Mai were rarely unwatched. It was late afternoon by the time he returned to the vineyard. Between several months of labor, a wooden fence had been constructed for the mare. It was here he turned her out, rubbing down the sweat and the dust from her coat.

Larkspur could finally consider himself content with living the way he was. He was surrounded by vineyards (which he did not eat, recalling their poison) and had a large home for himself. He slept in a bed and ate well. No one abused him, no one sought to destroy him. Perhaps things could be found in following Tak—perhaps the Khalif had been wrong all along.

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