by Devlin Parker on May 21st, 2011, 1:06 pm
The question was a simple one, as Devlin only had a few skills he could make money with. "I can be a performer. I've already made a few mizas playing in the streets in the past." As he uttered his answer, he felt the same bitterness he would feel when he spoke of his future, like he had nothing ahead of him. Strangely enough, the way the man asked him the question made Devlin feel as though he could not disregard this negative sensation as he usually would. Even though he generally spoke very openly, thoughts came rushing into his mind that he would only daydream about, and he felt inexplicably compelled to voice these very thoughts.
"Ugh, who am I kidding. I should be back in Wind Reach, doing something useful for a change... All I know how to do is play music, but who gives a petch about art when the world is so damned upside down. I can't do shyke because of this freakin' leg." He couldn't understand why he was telling all of this to a stranger, but it didn't feel unnatural since these were words he thought everyday and merely left unspoken. Why not blow some steam on someone he barely knew? Maybe he was just at his breaking point. He put his hand down on the paralyzed thigh, and as usual, couldn't feel it. It felt as though he simply had a useless heavy object attached to him, so foreign that he barely considered it a leg at all. Despite having lived with it for almost 16 years, the boy had never come to terms with his handicap, and as he was so open for the first time about it, his mind scrambled for supposed solutions.
Maybe if I started praying to the gods... He thought to himself, resorting to the the supernatural to fix a problem nature had caused him. Suddenly, in an epiphany, he jerked his head back up, and looking straight into Hadrian's clear eyes, said, " Magic can do all sorts of things, right? You're a wizard, do you think there would be a way to heal me?"