Oct 8, 2019 9:30 pm
Iko wanders through the strange woodlands, feeling the soft breeze on his skin and listening to the bird's sing their listless melody. A small smile creeps on to his face. There were so many simple joys away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and it pained him that it had been so long since he had gotten to enjoy them. Taking in a deep breath, he could feel a strong connection to the Spirits and the Other Side.
He felt like there was something he was meant to do, that he was in charge of, but for some reason, the serenity of the glen made it seem not so important. He took a moment, finding a soft patch of grass and moss to rest in under the shade of a peach tree. Odd, to find one so beautiful and in bloom at this time of year. His smile widened as he removed his hat and sat down. The bird song grew quieter, but sweeter, more content.
Iko turned his head toward the sound of footsteps, expecting to see one of his companions, coming to share in his serenity, but saw instead a bird of exquisite beauty. It languidly walked toward him, its eyes gleaming with pure emeralds and its feathers burning with ethereal fire. For any mortal man, the sight would have convinced them of their madness, but Iko had seen the Other Side, and the realms of the Spirit Kings. He knew he had slipped into that place, or into a pocket between the two worlds.
The two spoke as if old friends. Iko shared tales of his travels, and the folly of men. The spirit spoke of the sights of its home, and the strange politics of its kin. For hours they conversed, until the sun seemed to be tiring, and heading to its place of rest beyond the horizon. Iko began to rise, speaking of the necessity of returning to his people, and to his mission. The spirit looked at him with sad eyes, reminding him that, no matter what he did, no matter who he convinced of his righteous cause, he would not be able to make his world as beautiful as the Spirit's.
He looked down sadly, and retrieved his hat. When he looked back, the bird was gone, replaced by his companions shaking him awake. "Sorry... I could have sworn it was time to rest..." He says, confused, with his usual sad smile on his face.
He felt like there was something he was meant to do, that he was in charge of, but for some reason, the serenity of the glen made it seem not so important. He took a moment, finding a soft patch of grass and moss to rest in under the shade of a peach tree. Odd, to find one so beautiful and in bloom at this time of year. His smile widened as he removed his hat and sat down. The bird song grew quieter, but sweeter, more content.
Iko turned his head toward the sound of footsteps, expecting to see one of his companions, coming to share in his serenity, but saw instead a bird of exquisite beauty. It languidly walked toward him, its eyes gleaming with pure emeralds and its feathers burning with ethereal fire. For any mortal man, the sight would have convinced them of their madness, but Iko had seen the Other Side, and the realms of the Spirit Kings. He knew he had slipped into that place, or into a pocket between the two worlds.
The two spoke as if old friends. Iko shared tales of his travels, and the folly of men. The spirit spoke of the sights of its home, and the strange politics of its kin. For hours they conversed, until the sun seemed to be tiring, and heading to its place of rest beyond the horizon. Iko began to rise, speaking of the necessity of returning to his people, and to his mission. The spirit looked at him with sad eyes, reminding him that, no matter what he did, no matter who he convinced of his righteous cause, he would not be able to make his world as beautiful as the Spirit's.
He looked down sadly, and retrieved his hat. When he looked back, the bird was gone, replaced by his companions shaking him awake. "Sorry... I could have sworn it was time to rest..." He says, confused, with his usual sad smile on his face.
OOC:
Iko will also lose a ration.Last edited October 8, 2019 9:46 pm