Campfire Conversations (Finished)
Apr 5, 2015 14:59:18 GMT -6
Post by Duma on Apr 5, 2015 14:59:18 GMT -6
Duma observed Drei's pose for a long while. A meditative stance he was familiar with. Wen he asked Drei to get some rest, he had hoped the young man would crawl into his bed roll and at least try to sleep. He did not expect the boy to go into a full meditative position. He hadn't expected to meet other practitioners of the art. The world has all types.
Duma quietly wrote an entry in his journal. He gave a small description of his time by the campfire. He wrote about Drei and his experinces. Showing sympathy for the boy in his written words and lamenting that the world had lost a great theater troupe. I would have liked to see one of their shows. A soft frown appeared on his face.
He kept writing in the book. Detailing how he would escort the boy to a town just a few days short of the capital city. He finished up on his journal entry and put it away. He stared some more into the fire. Part of him wished he could do more to help the boy, the other part of him felt that there was no hope for him. It was a strange conflict of emotions. He knew nothing more of Drei except what he shared. And yet it awoke in him an old protective instinct he thought he had lost the day his sister disappeared from his life. If given the power to traverse back in time with the knowledge of the future. Sis and I would have done our best to convince your family not to go to Etruria. He sighed softly. Stop dwelling upon the past Duma. Think of the future.
The night continued on. The fire started to get low. And soon, it was the dawn of a new day.
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Duma quietly wrote an entry in his journal. He gave a small description of his time by the campfire. He wrote about Drei and his experinces. Showing sympathy for the boy in his written words and lamenting that the world had lost a great theater troupe. I would have liked to see one of their shows. A soft frown appeared on his face.
He kept writing in the book. Detailing how he would escort the boy to a town just a few days short of the capital city. He finished up on his journal entry and put it away. He stared some more into the fire. Part of him wished he could do more to help the boy, the other part of him felt that there was no hope for him. It was a strange conflict of emotions. He knew nothing more of Drei except what he shared. And yet it awoke in him an old protective instinct he thought he had lost the day his sister disappeared from his life. If given the power to traverse back in time with the knowledge of the future. Sis and I would have done our best to convince your family not to go to Etruria. He sighed softly. Stop dwelling upon the past Duma. Think of the future.
The night continued on. The fire started to get low. And soon, it was the dawn of a new day.
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END THREAD