by Shieba » 10/07/2009 8:46 PM
Sethor looked a bit sheepishly at his front paws. He couldn't see himself slashing someone without completely making a fool out of himself instead of doing damage, really. But his pride refused to let him voice that fact, especially since Ratio seemed to believe in his fighting abilities quite a bit. Sethor had to suppress a smile at the idea of rolling over a Temple pet to utilize his wingblades...but then again, it was an idea, while he himself was quite stumped when it came to fighting. "I will keep your advice in mind", he therefore offered a bit unsure as reply. "I hope, if the need should ever arise, that you are quite right in believing in my abilities to defend myself." He then paused when Ratio called him a friend. In truth, Sethor couldn't remember the last time someone had called him that. Having spend most of his life in the libraries of his family or with other students who considered him merely someone worthy to be acquainted with because of his social status, the fact that someone like Ratio grew to like and trust him enough to call him a 'friend' after knowing him for only such a short time seemed very precious to Sethor. "I hope I may call you my friend as well. In fact, this might just make you my first real friend. This makes me very happy", he truthfully said.
He then quitely listened to Ratio's tale. "So you can feel their presence?", he finally asked. This seemed to be important. "How strange for them...if you are right and it's indeed the fact that this is a holy building which makes them stick around, maybe it's more than just the fact that Iiylumiel died here...Iiylumiel was a fallen angel, so maybe, their...emptiness is not only what you saw in them, maybe this is what they feel as well and they are drawn to this place as the one where they subconsciously think they will find something to replace this, seeing as Iiylumiel surely had to feel some kind of change or something missing after becoming a fallen angel..." He caught himself when he noticed he was rambling. "Ah, I'm sorry. The researcher in me is obviously getting carried a bit away with all the interesting facts you are telling me."
He found himself then taken a bit aback by all of Ratio's questions and quite helpless as well. How did one explain what sand was? Here he was, being able to pride himself on having recieved the best education and now he was lost when facing such a question. Better start at the beginning. "Well, in the desert, it gets really hot during the day. Not like the stone here gets warm in the sun, but really hot. There is little to no water around and only few creatures can even live there. Nothing casts shadows you can rest in and the sun heats up the sand...I'll get to the sand in a minute." Hopefully. "At night, however, it gets cold because there are no plants or other things around which radiate warmth for a longer period of time. And yes, there are only rocks and sand around." Well, there was the occassional oasis, but Sethor didn't want to overwhelm Ratio even more right now. "Sand itself is...no, it's not soft like snow. In fact, sand means just tons and tons of very, very, very small stones. It's not rough like rocks, though, because they are so small, you can't really identifiy them as stones anymore...maybe you can compare sand a bit to dry dirt or earth. It feels more smooth than dirt and it doesn't make you...dirty...but it's like that." He was, obviously, failing at explaning here. "But there is even more sand in the desert than snow here. Here, you have still a lot of rocks and cliffs, but in the desert, there are times where you can only see sand in all directions. And a caravan...that's a group of people who have learned to travel through the hot desert without dying, sometimes to get items from one city to the next without having to take the long way around." He smiled then. "Aldrect is a big city and a lot of people live there. There are a lot of houses, but all are in better shape than this shrine. And in the middle of the city is a big fountain. That's...something which spurts out a lot of water in pretty ways and has no other use than looking nice." A rather poor way of describing the one place he probably knew really well, but explaining different types of buildings to Ratio seemed even more impracticable.
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I know my dreams are made of you
Of you and only for you
Your ocean pulls me under
Your voice tears me asunder
Love me before the last petal fallsHowever cold the wind and rain
I'll be there to ease your pain
However cruel the mirrors of sin
Remember beauty is found within