TImestamp: Summer 5th, 510 AV Location: A few miles from Syliras Time of Day: Dusk Tag: Aiken The cool breeze came in with the clouds, night enveloping the land at a crawling pace. The sun hid, but only just, behind the clouds and the mountains in the distance. As time passed, the man walking slowly along the path towards Syliras hummed a quiet tune and seemed to forget everything else. He found it rather droll to worry about being robbed when he had not seen such problems thus far. More accurately, Daston was tired. Tired of thinking about life, even more tired of worrying. He'd come this far alone, what was to stop him from going the rest of the way? The only fair thing to say would be that Daston would welcome a challenge. It had been a long time since he had been home, and he had learned many things, both about himself and about his family. It was a very sobering thing, responsibility. It was something that drained all the fun out of life. And the only person he had now was himself. His cloak whipped in the wind as it picked up, and his eyes raced across the horizon. In a single heartbeat, he listened to all the sounds the world was offering, and in the next, he shut them out. The idea that man is in control of his own destiny and yet that there were gods was a paradox, and yet, it was welcome. Daston had someone to blame for all his problems that way. Not that it was doing him any good. He made his way along the path just a bit further, then stopped against a tree to rest. "Just a bit more," he reminded himself. "Almost there." It had been a long day, and he was ready to do something more interesting. Walking was great, to an extent, but he did enough of that. He surveyed the area once more, almost anxious for something to happen. |