61st of Summer
Wright's Memorial Library
Mid-day
Tucked in a silent corner with his nose stuck in a book, a dark blonde man sat as quiet as a mouse. Only the flipping of page after page made one aware he was even though. As a matter of fact, not even he knew, for his mind was in a different place entirely. A city by the name of Endrykas. No longer was the artist with the all familiar library of his home, but within a traveling city that rode courageously on horseback, fighting within the fields of the Sea of Grass against vicious, blood thirsty creatures. All of which appealed to his senses greatly. It comes as no surprise that one would not know of every civilization in the world, but it was a thought to be pondered. A thought thinking of how it was possible that he had not heard of this city before. With all his research on cities and islands and the seas, one would think he would have picked up this book sooner.
Gale pushed a page over with a frail finger, not hesitating to read more about the interesting lifestyle and hobbies of these brave men and woman. The dark green eyes quickly zoomed back and forth across the page as if in a battle to keep up with his mind which was racing to complete the book. Almost like a story of its own, the artist was intertwined within the words, each one taking a piece of him mind away from the city in which he had never left. If he had the supplies to do so, Gale could have very well have stood up and walked there, being lead by his feet into the wilderness, on a path to discovery. But that was not meant to be. At least not in the near future.
But despite the intriguing aspects of the native wild life and the lifestyle of the people, it all seemed rather harsh. Almost like a punishment for those who were banished and no longer had any place to go. Having to survive with each other in a barren plain of never ending golden grass. It mus be a hard way to live. Yet he was still underestimating that fact. Like a child in his fantasy, the widower was blind to the possibility of horrendous outcomes of living in such a way. The price they had to pay. Immature like an infant, information must be spoon fed, for it can easily overwhelm.
Gale's legs were crossed in his chair, arms flat against the table on each side of the table. Hunching over the words as if it would hide his precious world, the man continued to ignore all else. It was almost like his drawings, for then too he became a mindless being, simply drawing lines on a paper with charcoal and paints. But instead he didn't know the ending picture before the story was over.
