OLD . DAYS

[Light]

Closing his eyes again, the boy without a name shivers despite the warmth of the fire. Not from fear--he just felt something very, very cold behind him. He felt many eyes, but couldn't make them out in his state. Maybe he was still sleeping...?

[CrimsonMoon]

" Let your spirit flourish and wander freely, find the host that is you and accept it," the old man's voice rasps, N'Reak twitches and makes a small hiccuping sound

[Light]

He tilts his head a bit, and stops himself from moving. He breathes out softly and waits--not knowing what the old man was going on about.

[CrimsonMoon]

A shape appears from the oter side of the bonfire, N'reak trembles and hugs his arm tighter gasping weakly

[Light]

His eyes open, and try to see through the haze at the figure...

[CrimsonMoon]

The creature appears to merely be some kind of hallucination within the flames, a beautiful fish of some kind. Most likely a sea spirit of some form... It twists in the flames as if dancing before disappearing... Another creature appears, clearly a wolf...

N'Reak's eyes flutter open, her cheek on No Name's shoulder

[Light]

He stares, mesmerized by the images appearing before his eyes. So beautiful... he exhales, his blue eyes swimming in the red flames.

[CrimsonMoon]

The images slowly die off and N'Reak shifts next to No Name, her breathing growing shallow and a bit pained, she opens her eyes and looks at him wearily, smiling,"... You have such pretty eyes," she murmurs, her comment seeming to shatter the spell.

Others around them blink rapidly and sigh in relief

[Light]

No Name stares for a moment before tilting his head, "Thank... you?" he smiles weakly, his joints aching from sitting so long. He rubs his eyes, rolling his shoulder slowly.

[CrimsonMoon]

She smiles weakly and closes her eyes again, shivering,"... i need some water..." She whispers softly almost to herself

[Light]

"I'll go get you some," he sits up, and pushes himself from the ground, standing.

[CrimsonMoon]

N'Reak smiles and mumbles," be careful," before squeezing his hand and letting go

[Light]

No Name turns and nods his head, "I will," he says before walking away from the bonfire and towards the river.

[CrimsonMoon]

The furter he got, the more the haze seemed to clear, singing had begun and dancing had started, delicious smells once again invaded his nostrils... Whatever happened was just... Amazing

[Light]

He stops at the bank, and kneels beside the water. He shakes his head, the smells from the village making his head swim. Focus--he dips his hands in the water, trying to recollect what had happened. Yeah--that was amazing, but pretty darn weird.

[CrimsonMoon]

The singing floated through the air, the music not only relaxing but intense. The story the old man had told... Why hadn't 'They' seeked revenge? Why did they help their jealous brethren and not let them wither and die..?

[Light]

No Name rubs water into his eyes and then grabs the small bowl he had grabbed on the way. He fills it with water, and stands with a sigh. He tilts his head up, looking at the sky. The people wherever he had come from... would they do the same thing as these?

[CrimsonMoon]

There was mo doubt that his anser would be a large 'No'. If he was an outsider he was part of the people had who had driven these people away... Sad as it was this was probably true.

[Light]

He turns away from the river and starts back to the bonfire, his eyes downcast to the ground. How unpleasant that thought was... but there wasn't anything he could do about it.

[CrimsonMoon]

He couldn't do anythig about his ancestors mistakes... But he could work hard not to make his osn. After all... These strange people had taken him in despite the horrors they were forced through... Maybe... Maybe he could relax and be happy...?

The singing slowly swelled to a sweet sound that floated over the huts and forest... All the way to the river and beyond...