Azmere sat on the ground and listened to Dravite say his good bye. It was pleasant to hear the young man talk about responsibility. Azmere struggled with the concept himself, even at this stage of life. He was content to simply ride, hunt and, well... that’s about it. The young man didn’t see the point of trying to grow up so soon. It seemed to him that the culture of his people was almost solely focused on responsibility and duty. While these are ideals to which one should aspire, to have them consume one’s entire life was sheer folly. Moderation in all things creates balance and avoids corruption. Even pure and true convictions can be corrupted if held too close or too tight. Azmere found it best to let the world turn and the wind blow. Syna and Leth will shine. Zulrav will whisper and the Sea of Grass will remain long after every Drykas Azmere knew, knows and will know are gone. This is the way of things.
Azmere went back to focusing on fixing the busted strand of djed. The dim azure glow was soothing but the issue was becoming frustrating. He thought about the djed around him and making it whole. Azmere tried to feel the gap in the strand and them poured his heart into the space between but nothing was working. Azmere had seen his grandfather repair the Web. He had just heard Dravite, seven years his junior, talk about fixing the broken pieces. What was Azmere missing? Chimes became bells until finally Azmere looked up and realized the sun had gone clear across the sky. He rose from his spot and found his way back to his body. Fortunately, the city hadn’t packed up and moved on otherwise he may have been lost to the Web. Once restored to his physical form and the real world, Azmere meandered over to his steed and they set out for home.
Azmere went back to focusing on fixing the busted strand of djed. The dim azure glow was soothing but the issue was becoming frustrating. He thought about the djed around him and making it whole. Azmere tried to feel the gap in the strand and them poured his heart into the space between but nothing was working. Azmere had seen his grandfather repair the Web. He had just heard Dravite, seven years his junior, talk about fixing the broken pieces. What was Azmere missing? Chimes became bells until finally Azmere looked up and realized the sun had gone clear across the sky. He rose from his spot and found his way back to his body. Fortunately, the city hadn’t packed up and moved on otherwise he may have been lost to the Web. Once restored to his physical form and the real world, Azmere meandered over to his steed and they set out for home.
