[ It feels strange, to walk the streets of this land and not be scrutinized; far too strange for his liking, for the countless years spent scrabbling for his tightrope-taught reputation had left him well-prepared for even an afterlife to be ill-fitting for someone like him. What manner of after-world was this, to be greeted so casually by someone — without suspicion or fear in their eyes, and a mouth full of smoke and lazy invitation. Not teeth, not nigh-feral defensiveness.
He has nothing to his name, not weapon nor accoutrement. Not even Guen had come with him, and her loss had pained him the most — his most loyal and beloved companion, he prays she finds new hands one day. Gentle, loving hands that will take her away from the thousand-foot climb atop Kelvin's Cairn and shepherd her someplace warm once more. ( Maybe, subconsciously, it is why he is drawn to the strange man and his strange, easy nature. Cat people, yanno'. )
Once beckoned, he walks to the perch where Tezca points into the distance from and holds a dark hand over his brow — not to block out the sun ( there is no sunlight in Highstorm, he misses it already ), but to better control the focus as he looks into the tangle of trees. ]
In my experience, big rocks atop tall structures are usually ritual altars.
III. 8)
He has nothing to his name, not weapon nor accoutrement. Not even Guen had come with him, and her loss had pained him the most — his most loyal and beloved companion, he prays she finds new hands one day. Gentle, loving hands that will take her away from the thousand-foot climb atop Kelvin's Cairn and shepherd her someplace warm once more. ( Maybe, subconsciously, it is why he is drawn to the strange man and his strange, easy nature. Cat people, yanno'. )
Once beckoned, he walks to the perch where Tezca points into the distance from and holds a dark hand over his brow — not to block out the sun ( there is no sunlight in Highstorm, he misses it already ), but to better control the focus as he looks into the tangle of trees. ]
In my experience, big rocks atop tall structures are usually ritual altars.
[ His tone is light, wry. Experienced. ]
— it's pretty.