Something more substantial, please.. (Prakash)

[Ragnor Matlian]

Date: The 11th of Spring, 514 A.V. In the twilight before dawn, he waited. He waited as he had the day before. As he had the day before that. As he had started on the very dawn of that day, after he'd reasoned things out on the grass. During the day, he waited not far from the entrance to the Sanctuary, binding his time in the shifting shadows of it as the sun past overhead, while his nights he spent atop it, often pacing around its edges. His thoughts and keeping watch were enough to stave away the boredom, at first, but even ghosts are won't to grow bored watching ever more familiar sights and on the second day of this, he was already filled with restlessness. By the third night, this night, he found himself desperate for diversion, something that might make this bleak black and grey landscape something more lively to watch. He was not a creative man however, and ended up spending that night like the others, thinking sourly on his death, and even past that on the life he lead. Even that grew boring though, for he thought of nothing that he hadn't thought of already, and besides he was sick of ruminating on things beyond change. Yet what was there for him to do while he kept watch? On that, he was still very much at a loss, for he'd had little an less experience with such during his life, and no such experience in death. Briefly, he mused on how guards did it, watching day in, day out before he discarded that thought to, for over the horizon, the dawn of a new day was breaking past a midnight blue sky. Another night passed peacefully enough, and stepping from the roof, he allowed himself to drift to the ground until his ethereal feet hovered just above it. Another night passed in frustrating boredom. The sunrises didn't even seem vibrantly beautiful anymore after seeing enough of them. The saving grace of all this watching and waiting, was the people. Watching them, even from afar never grew tiring for at least that gave him something to follow with his eyes instead of this static backdrop of grass, dirt, and oh so much horizon. He didn't care too much for being noticed though, and tended to stick to the shadows, watching, and waiting. For now though, no one stirred, not that he could see anyways which only made him feel more impatient with the waiting. He needed to do something, had to do something. Stretching out his hand, he focused on condensing his soulmist there to bring to it a more solid color and form, but the wind tugged at him insistently, his efforts obscured by his own trailing mists. At that, he uttered a guttural growl before he had time to even register his peaked frustration, and all at once he released his command of the mist, allowing it to become translucent once more. It would be a much easier time of it inside of course, yet he could not bring himself to cross that threshold, not right now anyways. He still had so much thinking to do, and no way to know where to start, so for now, here was his place. Watching and waiting. So he settled down onto the grass to do just that, looking more towards the city this time as he thought away the chimes and bells.