In The Eyes Of Our Father (Taithrosa)

[Faraluun]

Western Shore, Silverlake

51st of Summer, 512 A.V.

Nightfall

"Why"

It was a simple question uttered countless times to a starlit horizon that mocked him with silence. His god had place him here, but it meant nothing without knowing his purpose. Was it simply that his god couldn't hear him because he couldn't articulate the harmonic language that hummed on the edge of his consciousness. Though he'd heard rumors of others sharing his similar fate, he'd yet to see proof or hear of any contact with the god. If they could speak with him, what did that bode for himself? Was he deemed unworthy of the gods presence?

He pushed the notion from his thoughts, focusing instead completely on the full moon that loomed above him. It was a small measure of comfort regaining this form with the coming of nightfall, an eternal reminder that he had yet to fall fully from grace. Half submerged in the waters of the Silver Lake he found himself surrounded fully by the dancing moonlight, the waters lapping against the shore providing soothing sounds. His otherworldly bare flesh tingled from the coolness of the waters, though he'd long grown used to it and managed easily enough as he stepped deeper into lake, allowing himself to be submerged to his chest.

It was easy to see why the konti were of such a gentle nature. They lived in a place of much peace. There was nothing to fear here. It was a sanctuary.

The soft pad of feet through the grass broke him from his trance and tensing up reactively, he spun around, careful not to slip on the slick rock beneath him. Trees and brush obscured his vision of the approaching figure, and hesitantly, Faraluun moved forward through the water towards the source of the noise.

"How goes it?"

[Taithrosa Eldytia]

Taithrosa had been to the Vision Lake a number of times since he first came to Mura. It had now been a while since he was traveling for the past couple of season and he felt the need to visit it. With the setting of Syna so late in the day his family was home sleeping. He sometime felt the need to think while in his native form. Usually he would go to the ocean to swim or to sit in the water when he felt the need. Today thought he found himself going to the lake. It was actually a first for him, he had always come to the lake with Kail. He had changed over a while ago, the blue of his skin slowly adjusting fading towards white and then soon it was glowing. His black hair didn’t actually change during the summer but the jade colored horns materialized on his head, his eyes were always silver, but with the return of his father, they became as molten liquid. He was sure he looking like some type of Spector walking through the night glowing. His facial features took on different curves but it was basically the same face. His height and build wasn’t affected by the change though. On his collar was the mark of his healer’s gnosis. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice anyone in the lake as he came to the edge of the lake. The moon light hit such that his fellow Ethaefel was own light appeared as part of the reflection. As he walked the last distant towards the lake he began to strip since he never swam clothed. It seemed wrong to him somehow. He looked up at his father for a moment wondering about life. He missed the divine realm and his divine father, but at the same time he wondered why he was here. He tried to avoid thinking such thoughts as he knew it just depressed him. He wished that he could somehow communicate with his father. Then again he knew that he had been afraid to at the same time. What would he learn if he did talk to the moon father. Why was he cast out, was it unworthiness, or maybe it was because the world needed souls like his at this time.

[Faraluun]

Unexpectedly, his silver eyes widened at the presence of a fellow ethaefal approaching through the brush, it was the last thing he expected seeing on this island. It caught in breathless for the barest of moments before he cleared his throat, loathe to intrude on his brothers' introspection but noticing it needed to be done none the less.

"Forgive my intrusion brother. I've not met.." Faraluun spoke, for once in his life at a loss for words. A swirl of emotions coursing through him at the sight of a fellow fallen. His mind felt numb, unable to fully comprehend the implications of meeting another sharing his fate. Another few moments passed before he remembered himself and the nuances proper etiquette required such as introducing himself.

"My name is Faraluun" His arm extended forward to clasp, heedless of their present lack of clothing. They were as they were born, and there was no shame in that.