Her boots dragged themselves against the currents of a river while a soft sigh managed to slip between her lips. Her ears gently flutter as the ceaseless sound of the crickets and stream drowned any other noise. She was in the Shroud, midnight, time when predators went after their prey and where prey scurries about, either in search of a hideout or in a nocturnal meal hunt of their own.
Yet, none of that concerned or mattered to her. An adventurer she was, able to defend herself from anything that lurked in the shadows cast by the woods. Feet staunchly pressing forward against the opposition of the tide, Leanne was left to think. As the impending sun of her departure drew nearer, more thoughts invaded the young seeker's mind. Thoughts of her friends, people she loved so dearly, people that one sun, she will be forced to say goodbye...thoughts of Markus, her confidant and right hand man, a kind and hard-working individual with one too many problems finding his doorsteps. Her family, that was always within her reach, wouldn't be anymore.Â
Chachanji.
Oh so much she tortured herself over the thought, the bad timing of him being left by his girlfriend a little before her own travel. She didn't want to have he who was akin to a young brother become even more crestfallen. Yet inevitably, sometime she will have to say those dreaded words, the words that she spoke already to many she trusted: "I'm going away."
She repeats unconsciously, ears lowering as sadness and longing settled into her heart. Stopping in her steps, she looks to the clear skies, a thousand stars forming more than a thousand jewels to the beautiful moon that was set. More anguishing than all that is the recently forged craving that was instilled within her. To find someone she could correlate with...a person that she could give her love to, not the platonic love she ready and willing to give to one and all...something beyond. She bites her lower lip, forcing herself back on track. So selfish was she, wanting to find someone analogous to a lover a moon away from her departure to northern lands. She knew best, to try would not only bring pain to herself, but also to the person she'd find...if she were ever to find. Her heart was picky, forever a foil to desires of the romantic kind, dashing away not the hopes of past and current love prospects but now also thwarting her own wishes...
...And once more there was her future travel, looming close, dangling from every reflection. She stops again, bringing a hand to her heart. So selfish she was, to crave for something herself made it hard to find...not that it stopped her though.
Of wanting to have and give love...
Yet, none of that concerned or mattered to her. An adventurer she was, able to defend herself from anything that lurked in the shadows cast by the woods. Feet staunchly pressing forward against the opposition of the tide, Leanne was left to think. As the impending sun of her departure drew nearer, more thoughts invaded the young seeker's mind. Thoughts of her friends, people she loved so dearly, people that one sun, she will be forced to say goodbye...thoughts of Markus, her confidant and right hand man, a kind and hard-working individual with one too many problems finding his doorsteps. Her family, that was always within her reach, wouldn't be anymore.Â
Chachanji.
Oh so much she tortured herself over the thought, the bad timing of him being left by his girlfriend a little before her own travel. She didn't want to have he who was akin to a young brother become even more crestfallen. Yet inevitably, sometime she will have to say those dreaded words, the words that she spoke already to many she trusted: "I'm going away."
She repeats unconsciously, ears lowering as sadness and longing settled into her heart. Stopping in her steps, she looks to the clear skies, a thousand stars forming more than a thousand jewels to the beautiful moon that was set. More anguishing than all that is the recently forged craving that was instilled within her. To find someone she could correlate with...a person that she could give her love to, not the platonic love she ready and willing to give to one and all...something beyond. She bites her lower lip, forcing herself back on track. So selfish was she, wanting to find someone analogous to a lover a moon away from her departure to northern lands. She knew best, to try would not only bring pain to herself, but also to the person she'd find...if she were ever to find. Her heart was picky, forever a foil to desires of the romantic kind, dashing away not the hopes of past and current love prospects but now also thwarting her own wishes...
...And once more there was her future travel, looming close, dangling from every reflection. She stops again, bringing a hand to her heart. So selfish she was, to crave for something herself made it hard to find...not that it stopped her though.
Of wanting to have and give love...
"Forever walking forward, towards the ever distant horizon."
-Leanne Delphium
