NoteThank you, you are too kind, and fantastic post by the way, really loved responding to it. I understand about work, I get plenty busy myself on occasions, leaving me only times like this to get some good posting done.
He awoke much like he usually did from such rests, with flashes of pain, confusion, and sorrow. The sort of peacefull 'sleep' he enjoyed often allowed him to forget about his current condition, and remember what it was like to be alive. In hindsight however, this was probably worsed, for it made the moments when he first became aware once more, that much more horrifying and dreadful. He realized he was dead, and that he could never lay beside his wife again, breaking his heart each time consistently with every realization, the pain never getting any duller.
His mind was severly muddled from the over exertions on his energy earlier on in the day. Everytime he tried to maintain a cohesive string of thoughts, they disintegrated and resumed their chaotic bouncing around within his mind, making it almost impossible to concentrate. The only thing that seemed to keep him sane was this soft, sweet voice that echoed in the back of his thoughts, slowly getting louder, till it drowned out the swirl of thoughts that raged through his mind. It was a tender voice, filled with a sweet melody with a bitter twang of sadness underneath it, and as he came to regain his concentration more he realized it to be a woman's voice. The very same that he met earlier that very same day. Holding on to that voice for dear life, he eventually managed to drag his mind out of that virtual chaos that was his emotions, retained his sanity, and best of all was able to concentrate once more. Now that his thoughts where more comprehensible and coming in slower, he was able to focus and realized that he had left his newfound friend, or atleast he hoped they could be considered acquaintances at this point, hanging and likely unaware of what had happened of him.
He was relieved to see that the sun was just now setting on the horizon and thus hadn't spent the entire day away, or atleast he hoped he had not for he had no way of knowing if it was the next day or not, and truly did not know the precise date it was. Ragnor noted that he would indeed need to remember to ask her the date and how long he had been gone during their next conversation. All of this was inconsequetial he realized however as he noticed the Kontie, Kavala was her name he remembered, sitting not to far away on a rocking chair. He wondered if she had been sitting there waiting this whole time, but then dismissed the thought as foolish.
Willing himself to move over there, he soon hovered in front of the woman, and stayed there for a while, remaining invisible and soundless, content to watch her for the present time. Being so in touch with his emotions in his new form, he picked up a little on the sadness this woman radiated, and he silently wondered what was the cause for the troubling of her mind. With the slightest of frowns, that was of course invisible to her, and not felt by him, he moved over to the nearest rocking chair beside her, and materialized in such a way that it appeared as if he was sitting beside her, relaxing and soaking up the sun. Seeing that she hadn't noticed him yet, he decided to be alert her to his presence, rather than the other alternative of startling her half to death by suddenly being beside her. "Hello again milady, how does the day fare you?" his voice loud and deep, breaking the silence that surrounded the veranda.
He awoke much like he usually did from such rests, with flashes of pain, confusion, and sorrow. The sort of peacefull 'sleep' he enjoyed often allowed him to forget about his current condition, and remember what it was like to be alive. In hindsight however, this was probably worsed, for it made the moments when he first became aware once more, that much more horrifying and dreadful. He realized he was dead, and that he could never lay beside his wife again, breaking his heart each time consistently with every realization, the pain never getting any duller.
His mind was severly muddled from the over exertions on his energy earlier on in the day. Everytime he tried to maintain a cohesive string of thoughts, they disintegrated and resumed their chaotic bouncing around within his mind, making it almost impossible to concentrate. The only thing that seemed to keep him sane was this soft, sweet voice that echoed in the back of his thoughts, slowly getting louder, till it drowned out the swirl of thoughts that raged through his mind. It was a tender voice, filled with a sweet melody with a bitter twang of sadness underneath it, and as he came to regain his concentration more he realized it to be a woman's voice. The very same that he met earlier that very same day. Holding on to that voice for dear life, he eventually managed to drag his mind out of that virtual chaos that was his emotions, retained his sanity, and best of all was able to concentrate once more. Now that his thoughts where more comprehensible and coming in slower, he was able to focus and realized that he had left his newfound friend, or atleast he hoped they could be considered acquaintances at this point, hanging and likely unaware of what had happened of him.
He was relieved to see that the sun was just now setting on the horizon and thus hadn't spent the entire day away, or atleast he hoped he had not for he had no way of knowing if it was the next day or not, and truly did not know the precise date it was. Ragnor noted that he would indeed need to remember to ask her the date and how long he had been gone during their next conversation. All of this was inconsequetial he realized however as he noticed the Kontie, Kavala was her name he remembered, sitting not to far away on a rocking chair. He wondered if she had been sitting there waiting this whole time, but then dismissed the thought as foolish.
Willing himself to move over there, he soon hovered in front of the woman, and stayed there for a while, remaining invisible and soundless, content to watch her for the present time. Being so in touch with his emotions in his new form, he picked up a little on the sadness this woman radiated, and he silently wondered what was the cause for the troubling of her mind. With the slightest of frowns, that was of course invisible to her, and not felt by him, he moved over to the nearest rocking chair beside her, and materialized in such a way that it appeared as if he was sitting beside her, relaxing and soaking up the sun. Seeing that she hadn't noticed him yet, he decided to be alert her to his presence, rather than the other alternative of startling her half to death by suddenly being beside her. "Hello again milady, how does the day fare you?" his voice loud and deep, breaking the silence that surrounded the veranda.