Saun 29, Arc 724
For the first time in decades, the suns weren’t visible in Saun. Cassander didn’t mind the lack of sweltering heat, although he wondered if there was a reason for it. He did in fact prefer the fog and the occasional rain shower to sweating nearly to death on a regular basis. It allowed him to arrive at the Domum Kassaili where he had found employment the cycle before without looking like he’d just taken a bath which improved his mood considerably.
Sometimes, he arrived before his employer, Sage Castemont and unlocked the shop. She finally trusted him enough to leave one of her keys to him. That trial, she was already waiting for him though. She was sitting on the counter and idly tracing the ornaments on the wood with a finger, as if they held her entire interest, but when he walked in and approached her, she abruptly looked at him and smiled softly at him. A moment later, she stood.
“What do you think time is, Cassander of Rynmere?” she asked in a gentle tone of voice rather than greeting him and looked at him, her blue eyes bright with curiosity. “Do you think that time is a line, with a beginning, a middle and an end and that the future is unavoidable because there is only one path we can ever travel on, in a single direction, or do you think that the opposite is true, and that the possibilities are in fact endless?”
“I think that time exists in a limited fashion”, he replied and took a seat on the counter instead of her, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so and secretly wondering what the reason for those questions was. Sage often spoke in riddles, she was often vague, but there was always a purpose to what she said. She wanted something from him. But what? And was it about him – he was a relic of the past, living in a time where King Cassander of Rynmere was thought to have died – or about someone or something else?
“Some people says that time is absolute and unavoidable because we age, but the aging process isn’t absolute, is it? The Immortals don’t age, after all", he pointed out.
“They just are.”
“In my opinion”, he continued confidently, meeting her gaze as he did so. “The past, the present and the future are intimately connected. History exists in the present and affects the future, and the future can sometimes send ripples into the past. Time is but an illusion of the physical world that our mind perceives. And if that is the case, there is no line and thus no path to travel on, but a myriad of different fates that you can fulfill, provided that you believe in such a thing as fate”, he finished.
He didn’t inquire why she had asked him about the nature of time, but simply waited for her to say something, feigning a look of calm serenity, as if he weren’t impatient at all, his posture relaxed.
For the first time in decades, the suns weren’t visible in Saun. Cassander didn’t mind the lack of sweltering heat, although he wondered if there was a reason for it. He did in fact prefer the fog and the occasional rain shower to sweating nearly to death on a regular basis. It allowed him to arrive at the Domum Kassaili where he had found employment the cycle before without looking like he’d just taken a bath which improved his mood considerably.
Sometimes, he arrived before his employer, Sage Castemont and unlocked the shop. She finally trusted him enough to leave one of her keys to him. That trial, she was already waiting for him though. She was sitting on the counter and idly tracing the ornaments on the wood with a finger, as if they held her entire interest, but when he walked in and approached her, she abruptly looked at him and smiled softly at him. A moment later, she stood.
“What do you think time is, Cassander of Rynmere?” she asked in a gentle tone of voice rather than greeting him and looked at him, her blue eyes bright with curiosity. “Do you think that time is a line, with a beginning, a middle and an end and that the future is unavoidable because there is only one path we can ever travel on, in a single direction, or do you think that the opposite is true, and that the possibilities are in fact endless?”
“I think that time exists in a limited fashion”, he replied and took a seat on the counter instead of her, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so and secretly wondering what the reason for those questions was. Sage often spoke in riddles, she was often vague, but there was always a purpose to what she said. She wanted something from him. But what? And was it about him – he was a relic of the past, living in a time where King Cassander of Rynmere was thought to have died – or about someone or something else?
“Some people says that time is absolute and unavoidable because we age, but the aging process isn’t absolute, is it? The Immortals don’t age, after all", he pointed out.
“They just are.”
“In my opinion”, he continued confidently, meeting her gaze as he did so. “The past, the present and the future are intimately connected. History exists in the present and affects the future, and the future can sometimes send ripples into the past. Time is but an illusion of the physical world that our mind perceives. And if that is the case, there is no line and thus no path to travel on, but a myriad of different fates that you can fulfill, provided that you believe in such a thing as fate”, he finished.
He didn’t inquire why she had asked him about the nature of time, but simply waited for her to say something, feigning a look of calm serenity, as if he weren’t impatient at all, his posture relaxed.
