It was becoming clear to Moritz that while they might all be speaking common, they were not speaking the same language. And that while Moritz was saying and meaning one thing, they were understanding it as something completely different.
This saddened Moritz, not just because of the disagreement it was causing, but because it was clear how these people understood other people. Or more so, did not. Only from their own point of view did they look at people. With no interest or intent at seeing others viewpoints, at understanding differences in manners, customs, or ways.
While Moritz might have done wrong, admittedly without understanding or an intent to do so he knew, he had tried to understand the Sykans viewpoint and change his method of communication based on that. He had tried to correct what he had done wrong, and make it right. On their part though they had decided what was going on, the relationship Moritz had with Julan, what Moritz intent was, at little more than first glance.
And due to that they were unwilling to see anything else, to expand their view or consider what Moritz might be trying to say. This Moritz now understood, and it saddened him for these people.
Julan had wanted a friend. Had wanted to play. Had died young and wanting more before he passed on. And based on that Moritz believed that if he filled that need and grew with him then eventually Julan would pass on and release himself from his partial life as a spirit. Sadly he did not know what had happened to Julan, or if he would ever have the chance to pass on. All because he had ignored Moritz cries to stop, and as a child would raced off to greet a group of people. Not attacked anyone, or caused any damage directly, not even touched anyone or either of the beasts, but simply caused problems indirectly and by startling the animals by just coming near them and hopping up on top of their load. Not even touching the beasts themselves, but coming near.
"Fine. I said I would leave if that is what you decided, so I will. Believe what you will, about me and what I've said."
Assumptions. Half understandings. Most of what the man said was outright wrong. Moritz hadn't stood by. He had told the ghost to stop, and when the ghost left the ship anyways he had raced off after him with all haste to stop him, but him being a body-less ghost Moritz had not been able to keep up. Julan had not listened, intent on greeting the people. Moritz had done the opposite of standing by and doing nothing, let alone just letting Julan act without trying to stop him. He had done everything he could to stop Julan, proven by his arriving at the seen unable to talk and gasping for air. And here it was claimed he had stood by and done nothing...
Once more Moritz pondered on culture. Was making a request a foreign concept to these people? Did people only make demands for things to happen, with the assumption they would be done, and never just a request with the hope something would be done but not telling someone they had to do it? With the possibility for someone to say no? If so, perhaps there had been one of their major communication issues.
Pausing for a moment Moritz met the mans eyes, the one who seemed in charge, speaking to him with eyes met if he could.
"She will die, if nothing is done. Trapped on a heat soaked world of pain and misery. Chained to the chair of a beast, in his home, a monster I can't describe or understand. She is dying. Being bled like a common pig, leeched of her chill essence till nothing remains. Until she succumbs."
Pausing a moment Moritz let out a sigh, and felt the painful knot in his stomach untense a bit, heard the drum beat in his ears slow a bit.
"As for how I know. To be honest, I don't completely know. I was gifted a vision. From who, or why, I don't know. The morning of the winter solstice just passed, I saw it. Clearer than you are before me. I saw the jungle, the gate, and I saw her. I saw the molten world she went to. Saw her captured and chained. A sad sight. A Goddess, a woman seeking her lost grandchild. So far every detail I've tried to confirm from it has turned out true. Even things I'd never heard of until the vision. I'd never heard of Morwen before, having never seen a winter. I'd never heard of gods children or their children's children, nor that Morwen had them, or had lost one gone missing. And then shortly after the vision a piece from the sky, a twilight star fell from the sky on that same winter solstice, pure Skyglass unworked by magic but fully formed. That is what I know, and how."
"Do with that what you will. Believe what you will. But it is the truth. Just know if nothing is done, she will die."
His tale done, Moritz turned to the boat, and began the long walk along the beach. A slow steady plod back to the boat if nothing impeded him. He did not expect anything would, since it seemed the Sykans had decided who he was the moment he arrived and began talking, and did not seem to hear or listen to much of what he had said after that.
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This saddened Moritz, not just because of the disagreement it was causing, but because it was clear how these people understood other people. Or more so, did not. Only from their own point of view did they look at people. With no interest or intent at seeing others viewpoints, at understanding differences in manners, customs, or ways.
While Moritz might have done wrong, admittedly without understanding or an intent to do so he knew, he had tried to understand the Sykans viewpoint and change his method of communication based on that. He had tried to correct what he had done wrong, and make it right. On their part though they had decided what was going on, the relationship Moritz had with Julan, what Moritz intent was, at little more than first glance.
And due to that they were unwilling to see anything else, to expand their view or consider what Moritz might be trying to say. This Moritz now understood, and it saddened him for these people.
Julan had wanted a friend. Had wanted to play. Had died young and wanting more before he passed on. And based on that Moritz believed that if he filled that need and grew with him then eventually Julan would pass on and release himself from his partial life as a spirit. Sadly he did not know what had happened to Julan, or if he would ever have the chance to pass on. All because he had ignored Moritz cries to stop, and as a child would raced off to greet a group of people. Not attacked anyone, or caused any damage directly, not even touched anyone or either of the beasts, but simply caused problems indirectly and by startling the animals by just coming near them and hopping up on top of their load. Not even touching the beasts themselves, but coming near.
"Fine. I said I would leave if that is what you decided, so I will. Believe what you will, about me and what I've said."
Assumptions. Half understandings. Most of what the man said was outright wrong. Moritz hadn't stood by. He had told the ghost to stop, and when the ghost left the ship anyways he had raced off after him with all haste to stop him, but him being a body-less ghost Moritz had not been able to keep up. Julan had not listened, intent on greeting the people. Moritz had done the opposite of standing by and doing nothing, let alone just letting Julan act without trying to stop him. He had done everything he could to stop Julan, proven by his arriving at the seen unable to talk and gasping for air. And here it was claimed he had stood by and done nothing...
Once more Moritz pondered on culture. Was making a request a foreign concept to these people? Did people only make demands for things to happen, with the assumption they would be done, and never just a request with the hope something would be done but not telling someone they had to do it? With the possibility for someone to say no? If so, perhaps there had been one of their major communication issues.
Pausing for a moment Moritz met the mans eyes, the one who seemed in charge, speaking to him with eyes met if he could.
"She will die, if nothing is done. Trapped on a heat soaked world of pain and misery. Chained to the chair of a beast, in his home, a monster I can't describe or understand. She is dying. Being bled like a common pig, leeched of her chill essence till nothing remains. Until she succumbs."
Pausing a moment Moritz let out a sigh, and felt the painful knot in his stomach untense a bit, heard the drum beat in his ears slow a bit.
"As for how I know. To be honest, I don't completely know. I was gifted a vision. From who, or why, I don't know. The morning of the winter solstice just passed, I saw it. Clearer than you are before me. I saw the jungle, the gate, and I saw her. I saw the molten world she went to. Saw her captured and chained. A sad sight. A Goddess, a woman seeking her lost grandchild. So far every detail I've tried to confirm from it has turned out true. Even things I'd never heard of until the vision. I'd never heard of Morwen before, having never seen a winter. I'd never heard of gods children or their children's children, nor that Morwen had them, or had lost one gone missing. And then shortly after the vision a piece from the sky, a twilight star fell from the sky on that same winter solstice, pure Skyglass unworked by magic but fully formed. That is what I know, and how."
"Do with that what you will. Believe what you will. But it is the truth. Just know if nothing is done, she will die."
His tale done, Moritz turned to the boat, and began the long walk along the beach. A slow steady plod back to the boat if nothing impeded him. He did not expect anything would, since it seemed the Sykans had decided who he was the moment he arrived and began talking, and did not seem to hear or listen to much of what he had said after that.
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