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He had settled things in his room in the mansion relatively well, though an interminable feeling had plagued him ever since leaving the company of Gabriel and Faolin. The woman had been a constant presence over the last while — time mattered little to Paxton — and he supposed all things aside it was still odd to not have her there. Not to mention the lads he'd been with for the vast majority of his life were no longer around, and his world was no longer bobbing around. The scenery here wasn't going to change anytime soon.
No doubt in time Akello would grow accustomed to being on land, to not being able to take off whenever he chose, to losing company for others. At present, though, the mostly grey coyote was a little bit homesick for a home that didn't exactly exist.
He sat on a driftwood log some way up the beach, staring out to see while one foot allowed a toe to trace whorls in the sand. His knapsack was sitting there beside him, trusty and familiar, but it brought little comfort to the man who had lived his entire life out on the ocean that was now just noise in the background. Noise and a picture; it was nothing to him if he could not sail upon it, and all the time it meant the world to him. It was probably only the promise of Inferni's beach that had coerced him to agree to stay with Faolin there, and even she no longer was an incentive.
But, at the exact same time, she was. He didn't have intention to leave, just knew that in time it would no longer be possible. For now, he could see his ship outlined on the horizon, hanging there as the pirates whom he had commanded waited for him. Lunt had told him he wouldn't last on the land; Lunt had given him a moon's cycle to make his decision. Exhaling and then heavily breathing in the salt-tinged air of the sea, Akello looked over to his worn knapsack. Lunt, he decided in that moment, is an idiot for questioning my faith. But an endearing idiot he was.
Sad eyes met with the ship on the horizon again and he sighed; he would stay with the clan he had agreed to join if hell came down on his head for it.
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He had settled things in his room in the mansion relatively well, though an interminable feeling had plagued him ever since leaving the company of Gabriel and Faolin. The woman had been a constant presence over the last while — time mattered little to Paxton — and he supposed all things aside it was still odd to not have her there. Not to mention the lads he'd been with for the vast majority of his life were no longer around, and his world was no longer bobbing around. The scenery here wasn't going to change anytime soon.
No doubt in time Akello would grow accustomed to being on land, to not being able to take off whenever he chose, to losing company for others. At present, though, the mostly grey coyote was a little bit homesick for a home that didn't exactly exist.
He sat on a driftwood log some way up the beach, staring out to see while one foot allowed a toe to trace whorls in the sand. His knapsack was sitting there beside him, trusty and familiar, but it brought little comfort to the man who had lived his entire life out on the ocean that was now just noise in the background. Noise and a picture; it was nothing to him if he could not sail upon it, and all the time it meant the world to him. It was probably only the promise of Inferni's beach that had coerced him to agree to stay with Faolin there, and even she no longer was an incentive.
But, at the exact same time, she was. He didn't have intention to leave, just knew that in time it would no longer be possible. For now, he could see his ship outlined on the horizon, hanging there as the pirates whom he had commanded waited for him. Lunt had told him he wouldn't last on the land; Lunt had given him a moon's cycle to make his decision. Exhaling and then heavily breathing in the salt-tinged air of the sea, Akello looked over to his worn knapsack. Lunt, he decided in that moment, is an idiot for questioning my faith. But an endearing idiot he was.
Sad eyes met with the ship on the horizon again and he sighed; he would stay with the clan he had agreed to join if hell came down on his head for it.