10th day of Summer, 510 AV Despite the recent troubles which had overshadowed the stretch of Sanctuary's confines in recent days, its denizens had remained quite peaceful. its proprietor, Kavala, had been into many rough hearings from the Akalak council, and was roaming free for now, free to spend her time in her chores and her various jobs. Awsten was always there, always moving discreetly about without fanfare as he always had been. Raiha comes around every once in awhile, and so does Hatot, Flick and their other friends. However, one particular regular in the Sanctuary has been acting quite strangely for some time now, so mysteriously in fact that he had completely been able to avoid meeting any of the others despite the fact that he was often there for very short periods of time. Sorian had been spending much time away from Sanctuary and Kavala, even during the daytime, when it is his turn to man their shared body away from Navis' control. It is not known where he usually spends his leisure, but sometimes he could be spotted swimming furiously along the giant waves of the beach below the cliffs surrounding the tranquil paradise, catching all sorts of creatures ranging from tuna to sharks. Some mariners from boats far from the shore have even thought him to be some sort of legendary sea creature, or perhaps Laviku himself, but he has never stayed in others' sights long enough for better speculations to be hypothesized. He often brings some sort of injured animal home for the resident hands to take care of, usually a deer or a bird, and then whisks away without saying hello to anybody. Whenever he finds something that needed to be done around the place, he tries his best to do it for Kavala before leaving again, never staying for her to find him working. When she does see him, he merely turns, smiles wistfully and then runs along, going down his own way, taking nothing but his suvai with him. The whole of spring's final weeks he had spent this way, dating all the way back to his return to Sanctuary. Perhaps Kavala didn't find his remoteness and seclusion disturbing at all; after all, he had run away before, and even before that he--or at least Navis and their body--had been spending much of night time in the sea of grass hunting down prey for him and Mao to eat. However this time Sorian was basically trying to live down the words he had said to her: he was trying to live his life as best he could for himself. By the looks of it, he was very much succeeding. The truth is quite far from the case, however; he was actually quite lonely. One early day, Sorian found something that he could do again. Looking at Sivak's stable, he could see an overhead beam that was hanging pretty low from the roof over the stallion. Quickly he picked up a hammer and some nails and stretched himself long, pounding on it as discreetly as he could. The horse woke up from his noise, however, and turned around to poke his exposed abdomen with its head. "S-stop it, Sivak... That... Tickles," Sorian said, almost in a chirp-like tone, as he smiled while working, working on strengthening the paddles of wood that held it together. He was so into his work that he didn't notice anything much, and his mind was calm despite Sivak's rubbing. |