Laudus had never really cared for water. He didn't have to drink it to survive. He never had to use it other than in alchemy experiments. Odds are, the nuit didn't even swim in it before he had become an undead. So what on this world would make Laudus get trapped in it? What god wanted to see the man wallow in water he could do nothing in it? Of course, the scholarly approach came out of Laudus. He wasn't worried about dying; he didn't have to eat and sleep. Odds are no animal would find him appealing enough to eat, unless they were scavengers. He would just float around the ocean, drifting whereever the currents took him. Maybe he would discover what was on the horizon. A very boring experience. Could he survive it?
Thankfully, Laudus thought, he didn't have to experience drifting in the water for the rest of his days. Before his very eyes, the water carrying him away began to part. Laudus didn't know about the ocean, but he knew that it wasn't suppose to do that. And then the water began to push him towards the shore, with Narris telling him to swim with the tide. The old man didn't seemed a bit at awe of what was occurring, as if he had seen it happen before. Was this him doing it again?
Laudus would most definately ask, but first he had to swim back to shore. Did he look like a swimmer? As the tide carried his frail body forward, Laudus stuck his two arms out like two arms of a five-pointed star. Palms open, Laudus pushed his arms through the water to his thighs, performing what he thought was a swimming technique. He was hoping it was, in case whatever Narris was doing faltered. Laudus stuck his arms back out, and continued the cycle of swimming with his arms. He even kicked his feet a little, a humorous sight as it didn't do much but splash water around. Any person who witnessed this would have a story to tell. Not that anyone would ever know. Hopefully.
Finally Laudus reached the shore, he grasp the sand in his hands. He didn't care if his robes were getting dirtier than before; he was landlocked once more. Looking up, with droplets of water dropping off of his bodies' beard, Laudus asked, "Did I just witness Laviku's powers?" If he had, Laudus would've witnessed two different gods' powers. The pure one forced him to reveal his identity, something he didn't not. The other, more neutral one, saved his unlife, which he longed for.
Gods were as odd as humans sometimes. |