Beodan nodded at her musing on how they had opposite purposes, intrigued by the idea that they were so similar, and yet so different. Calisto continued, “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t driven by my snake instincts. But I guess this is just how it has to be.” Her gave her a sad smile, “Not much we can do about that, eh? We can try to suppress our nature but it will always come out on top in the end.” The kettle had steam rising from the spout, and he quickly moved over to pour it into his, previously her, cup. There would be enough for her to have a third cup, if she so desired it. He would have to change the herb cocktail a little bit though, some of the herbs were only beneficial in small doses.
She seemed more curious than sympathetic to his admission to being lonely here in the woods. He had not been looking for sympathy, but curiosity was certainly not anticipated. Dhani had different ways of feeling? Or at least they did not experience them the same as humans. He could not imagine not feeling things like anger, love, envy, and dispair. It seemed like a cold existence, though some emotion was better than none. He tried to explain the concept to her, a hand rubbing his chin, “It is the feeling you get when you are alone, but not because you are alone. I like being alone sometimes, it is comforting and peaceful. It’s more of a lack of someone to express yourself too. No one to talk to about your hopes and dreams, little problems. No way to express what is important to you! That is what loneliness is.” He had begun gesturing in the middle of his explanation.
Beodan smiled at her slack jawed expression, seemingly awed by his short life. “I’m one hundred and four,” Calisto compared. His brow raised in surprise, that was ancient! She had seen almost a century more than he had. And she looked a little younger than him if anything. It seemed like his life had been filled with events and happenings, to live so much longer in such a wonderful world… He could not imagine. She had insulted him, but he brushed it off, “Yes... You could watch me rise and fall and still have time to do it again many times over. I’m not sure if I would want to live that long, but I have what I have.”
She seemed more curious than sympathetic to his admission to being lonely here in the woods. He had not been looking for sympathy, but curiosity was certainly not anticipated. Dhani had different ways of feeling? Or at least they did not experience them the same as humans. He could not imagine not feeling things like anger, love, envy, and dispair. It seemed like a cold existence, though some emotion was better than none. He tried to explain the concept to her, a hand rubbing his chin, “It is the feeling you get when you are alone, but not because you are alone. I like being alone sometimes, it is comforting and peaceful. It’s more of a lack of someone to express yourself too. No one to talk to about your hopes and dreams, little problems. No way to express what is important to you! That is what loneliness is.” He had begun gesturing in the middle of his explanation.
Beodan smiled at her slack jawed expression, seemingly awed by his short life. “I’m one hundred and four,” Calisto compared. His brow raised in surprise, that was ancient! She had seen almost a century more than he had. And she looked a little younger than him if anything. It seemed like his life had been filled with events and happenings, to live so much longer in such a wonderful world… He could not imagine. She had insulted him, but he brushed it off, “Yes... You could watch me rise and fall and still have time to do it again many times over. I’m not sure if I would want to live that long, but I have what I have.”
Do you ever think about how your character might live longer than you? You could pass her on to your children and grandchildren! Wouldn’t that be something.