It's barely dawn, and yet I've been awake for near half the night. Somewhere in the darkness, the whispers find me once again. The lack of sleep is beginning to take it's toll on me. My senses not as sharp as they should me, my mind slowing. I can feel my body telling me to stop, but that is not possible.
While I awaited the delivery of the provisions I had ordered, there was another chance encounter with the male from the other eve. As pleasant as he was on the first meeting. I could tell that my leaving the city caused him displeasure of sorts. That is something I do not understand. Why would anyone care if I were here, or there? My social graces are limited at best, I admit. Perhaps I do not understand, because I speak to so few.
Like others whom I have met, it seems my life is on the opposite corner of the map. That is the way of it. That has always been the way of it. My life, is my own and I have yet to encounter another who lives as I do. The Elezen woman seemed to have some philosophical grasp, she intrigues me. Perhaps on my way north, I shall indeed take the road through Gridania.
I have little care for the people of the cities. People in general really. Very few have shown me kindness. Most look upon me with disdain, reminding me that I am an outsider by the look in their eyes. I need no reminder. I know what I am, and there is little I can do to remedy that. So keep moving, never linger too long. That is the key to survival.
Admittedly, as the eyes who look upon me with such loathing, over time my own heart and gaze have hardened in return. With every sun rise, I feel a little colder. Too much time in the cities, has brought this out. Which is why I need to make the mountains, remove myself to the wilderness and thaw the chill in my heart once again. If only a little. A vicious cycle is what it is. One that I wish I could break, but how?
At least out here, there are no outsiders. There are only prey, and predator. And a mutual understanding in the natural order of things. However, with such freedom comes a price. For most, as it would seem for the gentleman, the price is too high. Coming from me, one who has nothing else, I suppose the price of living any other way is just as high. Opposite corners of the map.
To hells with this..I'm tired and my thoughts are colliding. The sun is almost up. Time to move.
While I awaited the delivery of the provisions I had ordered, there was another chance encounter with the male from the other eve. As pleasant as he was on the first meeting. I could tell that my leaving the city caused him displeasure of sorts. That is something I do not understand. Why would anyone care if I were here, or there? My social graces are limited at best, I admit. Perhaps I do not understand, because I speak to so few.
Like others whom I have met, it seems my life is on the opposite corner of the map. That is the way of it. That has always been the way of it. My life, is my own and I have yet to encounter another who lives as I do. The Elezen woman seemed to have some philosophical grasp, she intrigues me. Perhaps on my way north, I shall indeed take the road through Gridania.
I have little care for the people of the cities. People in general really. Very few have shown me kindness. Most look upon me with disdain, reminding me that I am an outsider by the look in their eyes. I need no reminder. I know what I am, and there is little I can do to remedy that. So keep moving, never linger too long. That is the key to survival.
Admittedly, as the eyes who look upon me with such loathing, over time my own heart and gaze have hardened in return. With every sun rise, I feel a little colder. Too much time in the cities, has brought this out. Which is why I need to make the mountains, remove myself to the wilderness and thaw the chill in my heart once again. If only a little. A vicious cycle is what it is. One that I wish I could break, but how?
At least out here, there are no outsiders. There are only prey, and predator. And a mutual understanding in the natural order of things. However, with such freedom comes a price. For most, as it would seem for the gentleman, the price is too high. Coming from me, one who has nothing else, I suppose the price of living any other way is just as high. Opposite corners of the map.
To hells with this..I'm tired and my thoughts are colliding. The sun is almost up. Time to move.
