Cylus 11, Arc 722
Zi’da had finally made way to Cylus, and the sun never appeared in the sky anymore. Scalvoris, and the entire world with it, were shrouded in perpetual twilight, and a white blanket of snow covered everything. Being outside for any length of time was rapidly becoming a major challenge, at least to most. The cold and the dark bothered the son of Ziell very little though. On the contrary, he enjoyed them. He had loved spending the Saun afternoons at the beach, and he had danced in the rain in Ymiden, but there was a part of him that needed and would always need to be surrounded by snow and ice in order to truly thrive.
There was a part of his soul that yearned for the calm and the peace that came with them.
His father’s blessing made him endure the low temperatures with relative ease, and Xiur’s blessing made sure that his world was never truly dark, but he had put on a warm winter coat, deep blue with a high collar and carried a small lantern in his right hand anyway. He didn’t wish to stand out too much; and besides, he liked the way that the golden flame danced. There was something beautiful about it, a gentle kind of magic.
He had had to take care of some business at the university – his life had become a little more relaxed since he had come to Scalvoris, but there was always that needed to be done regardless – and was just on his way to the town square. He had told his mortal cook, Elias, that he would go grocery shopping and bring something for dinner himself this time so that he wouldn’t have to make the trip – he enjoyed engaging in such seemingly mundane activities every now and then – and besides, he wanted to browse the stalls.
He wanted to mingle with those that were of mortal blood for a while, just walk among them and be a part of them and take a look at everything that they had for sale. He knew that fresh produce would be in short supply now that the coldest time of the arc had finally begun, and fresh meat was likely harder to come by as well, but there would likely be something of interest in any case. There always was. With that thought in mind, he walked down the street, letting his gaze sweep across the houses that stood left and right of him and occasionally nodding at the people that he passed by, a smile on his face.
Since he had first come to Scalvoris a few arcs earlier, the island as well as its people had occupied a special place in his heart. He had found companionship here, and even friendship. In Scalvoris, he had finally been able to forgive himself for his actions during the battle at Treid’s Tomb. He still thought of the Hero of Oscillus, that desperate, misguided man sometimes – he saw no point in denial; his past was a part of him, for better and for worse – but he was much calmer when he did so.
He had finally found peace.
Zi’da had finally made way to Cylus, and the sun never appeared in the sky anymore. Scalvoris, and the entire world with it, were shrouded in perpetual twilight, and a white blanket of snow covered everything. Being outside for any length of time was rapidly becoming a major challenge, at least to most. The cold and the dark bothered the son of Ziell very little though. On the contrary, he enjoyed them. He had loved spending the Saun afternoons at the beach, and he had danced in the rain in Ymiden, but there was a part of him that needed and would always need to be surrounded by snow and ice in order to truly thrive.
There was a part of his soul that yearned for the calm and the peace that came with them.
His father’s blessing made him endure the low temperatures with relative ease, and Xiur’s blessing made sure that his world was never truly dark, but he had put on a warm winter coat, deep blue with a high collar and carried a small lantern in his right hand anyway. He didn’t wish to stand out too much; and besides, he liked the way that the golden flame danced. There was something beautiful about it, a gentle kind of magic.
He had had to take care of some business at the university – his life had become a little more relaxed since he had come to Scalvoris, but there was always that needed to be done regardless – and was just on his way to the town square. He had told his mortal cook, Elias, that he would go grocery shopping and bring something for dinner himself this time so that he wouldn’t have to make the trip – he enjoyed engaging in such seemingly mundane activities every now and then – and besides, he wanted to browse the stalls.
He wanted to mingle with those that were of mortal blood for a while, just walk among them and be a part of them and take a look at everything that they had for sale. He knew that fresh produce would be in short supply now that the coldest time of the arc had finally begun, and fresh meat was likely harder to come by as well, but there would likely be something of interest in any case. There always was. With that thought in mind, he walked down the street, letting his gaze sweep across the houses that stood left and right of him and occasionally nodding at the people that he passed by, a smile on his face.
Since he had first come to Scalvoris a few arcs earlier, the island as well as its people had occupied a special place in his heart. He had found companionship here, and even friendship. In Scalvoris, he had finally been able to forgive himself for his actions during the battle at Treid’s Tomb. He still thought of the Hero of Oscillus, that desperate, misguided man sometimes – he saw no point in denial; his past was a part of him, for better and for worse – but he was much calmer when he did so.
He had finally found peace.
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