1 Desultory Designs | Training Sun Apr 08, 2018 9:47 pm
Hika
D-rank
Green.
What I could do for a view of any.
The cruel sun beat down, its malevolent eye unblinking, and the sky its co-conspirator - not even a wisp of cloud to soften the harsh rays. The lizards took shelter in the shadows of the rocks where the sand was not hot enough to roast them, but no such providence of shade was large enough for us. Each step sunk into the searing sand, the air was thick and hazy, each breath like drowning in lava.
The gloaming hours presented a similarly greenless but more hospitable trek.
I had been in this hell for weeks, but there was some solace even seeing the point I had settled for and where I resided now. I have a companion. For me? That, maybe, is leaps and bounds. Before, I could never have dreamed of letting someone this close to me. Figuratively speaking. Even hoofing it like this, looking beside me to see someone who, if they looked back, would have that spark of recognition....the spark that plagued me so with dread. Going with a slightly fake face seems to have quelled my....inclination for obliviation. Perhaps his similar nature for obfuscating his identity puts me at ease, or the mutual distancing keeps me safe within what I know.
Maybe I am paranoid. Maybe everyone's out to get me. Maybe you all should just lay off making everything so rife with subterfuge and danger. Yeah. I know what I can do, I know what you do all the same. Do I want to do this, all of whatever this is you're planning? Ambivalence just isn't the answer. It's the one I prefer, but not the one that gets me anywhere.
We must have been padding through the dunes for the entire night. Silent for the most part heretofore - I certainly was not easy to broach conversation with, a flaw of which I'm well aware. But what were we to speak on? He didn't...seem to be feeling awkward, at least to my own observation. Were we both of the mind that if there was nothing to say, we needn't speak?
Orange.
Those flecks and gentle gradient colors rose above the peaks of the mountains of sand we'd been navigating.
Navigating together even for weeks ourselves. Gah, I feel like a fool. If I were to give myself over to the will of whatever convoluted plan this is all about, how could I not learn the basic skills to elevate myself above a civilian? I'm dead weight in this pairing so far... I do not wish nor plan to be if I am able. Extending our trip by so long is unacceptable, however - time is something we do not possess in abundance.
The glow swept 'cross those sloped, gigantic piles of individual grains posing as landforms. It was perhaps some serendipity that we found one of the jutting rock formations that dotted the desert before daybreak. Or perhaps it was some uncanny convenience that brought us within sight.
It'd been an entire night. What would I say once we made camp? Aimless travel can capture and perhaps even entertain the mind, but rest required a mental component as well - and I knew from past encounters just how crazy the desert could make you.
But I first had to ensure we were even going to make camp. I turned to my companion, gesturing almost lazily toward the land formation. Already at least vaguely familiar with his experience, his surmising of my meaning wasn't at all out of the question.
His response was the thing I could not predict.
What I could do for a view of any.
The cruel sun beat down, its malevolent eye unblinking, and the sky its co-conspirator - not even a wisp of cloud to soften the harsh rays. The lizards took shelter in the shadows of the rocks where the sand was not hot enough to roast them, but no such providence of shade was large enough for us. Each step sunk into the searing sand, the air was thick and hazy, each breath like drowning in lava.
The gloaming hours presented a similarly greenless but more hospitable trek.
I had been in this hell for weeks, but there was some solace even seeing the point I had settled for and where I resided now. I have a companion. For me? That, maybe, is leaps and bounds. Before, I could never have dreamed of letting someone this close to me. Figuratively speaking. Even hoofing it like this, looking beside me to see someone who, if they looked back, would have that spark of recognition....the spark that plagued me so with dread. Going with a slightly fake face seems to have quelled my....inclination for obliviation. Perhaps his similar nature for obfuscating his identity puts me at ease, or the mutual distancing keeps me safe within what I know.
Maybe I am paranoid. Maybe everyone's out to get me. Maybe you all should just lay off making everything so rife with subterfuge and danger. Yeah. I know what I can do, I know what you do all the same. Do I want to do this, all of whatever this is you're planning? Ambivalence just isn't the answer. It's the one I prefer, but not the one that gets me anywhere.
We must have been padding through the dunes for the entire night. Silent for the most part heretofore - I certainly was not easy to broach conversation with, a flaw of which I'm well aware. But what were we to speak on? He didn't...seem to be feeling awkward, at least to my own observation. Were we both of the mind that if there was nothing to say, we needn't speak?
Orange.
Those flecks and gentle gradient colors rose above the peaks of the mountains of sand we'd been navigating.
Navigating together even for weeks ourselves. Gah, I feel like a fool. If I were to give myself over to the will of whatever convoluted plan this is all about, how could I not learn the basic skills to elevate myself above a civilian? I'm dead weight in this pairing so far... I do not wish nor plan to be if I am able. Extending our trip by so long is unacceptable, however - time is something we do not possess in abundance.
The glow swept 'cross those sloped, gigantic piles of individual grains posing as landforms. It was perhaps some serendipity that we found one of the jutting rock formations that dotted the desert before daybreak. Or perhaps it was some uncanny convenience that brought us within sight.
It'd been an entire night. What would I say once we made camp? Aimless travel can capture and perhaps even entertain the mind, but rest required a mental component as well - and I knew from past encounters just how crazy the desert could make you.
But I first had to ensure we were even going to make camp. I turned to my companion, gesturing almost lazily toward the land formation. Already at least vaguely familiar with his experience, his surmising of my meaning wasn't at all out of the question.
His response was the thing I could not predict.
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