26th Cylus, 718
The winds had died down and the night had turned into a beautiful one. Standing atop the rise in the undulating landscape, there was a man. He seemed like a long way away to Arlo, but yet at the same time, he was right there. The night sky was lit with a swirling blue mass - the sky had cleared it seemed, just for the spectacle of the meteor showers. They traced through the sky and the young human felt that same tingling sensation in his skin and his bones as he had before.
It was the middle of the night. They were making their way back from the Tower and, when he had set up the Safe Camp for them, Arlo would have been hard pressed to imagine worse weather. Yet, a few breaks later when he woke, it was crisp and clear. Cold, too - oh so very cold and the moment that he stepped outside he felt the biting chill. He'd woken suddenly and he felt the tingling in his blood in the way he had before. His bed partner was fast asleep and she mumbled a half-coherent complaint as he sat up then turned and fell back into a deep slumber, clutching a stuffed bear. Yet he was awake.
And then some.
Every bit of him buzzed, vibrating at the presence of Him and, when Arlo stepped outside, there He was. Stood, atop the rise and silhouetted against the swirling hues of blue. As the young dreamwalker made his way, He turned to Arlo and he grinned. There was a glint of delight in his eyes at the sight of the young man but He didn't move, He waited.
When they stood together in frigid Scalvoris landscape, He turned to Arlo and smiled, then gave him a pat on the back which came close to, to coin a phrase, knocking him into next Ashan. "Arlo! I thought you were around here somewhere!" He'd been here on Scalvoris awhile, watching Arlo and a few others He had his eyes on. Partaking of fights and parties, adventure and life. Gesturing to the heavens, He laughed. "Xiur can be an uptight bastard, but he knows how to put on a show, doesn't he?" And indeed, it was like the stars themselves were dancing for the two of them.
"I heard a story to-trial, of the Ice Caves of Ishallr," He said and his glance to Arlo seemed to take in all of him, His gaze piercing into the young man. "Tell me about it. Tell me the tale I see bubbling in your mind." And with that demand made, Cassion waited to hear what Arlo Creede had learnt of the place which, in this moment, was important to Him.
It was the middle of the night. They were making their way back from the Tower and, when he had set up the Safe Camp for them, Arlo would have been hard pressed to imagine worse weather. Yet, a few breaks later when he woke, it was crisp and clear. Cold, too - oh so very cold and the moment that he stepped outside he felt the biting chill. He'd woken suddenly and he felt the tingling in his blood in the way he had before. His bed partner was fast asleep and she mumbled a half-coherent complaint as he sat up then turned and fell back into a deep slumber, clutching a stuffed bear. Yet he was awake.
And then some.
Every bit of him buzzed, vibrating at the presence of Him and, when Arlo stepped outside, there He was. Stood, atop the rise and silhouetted against the swirling hues of blue. As the young dreamwalker made his way, He turned to Arlo and he grinned. There was a glint of delight in his eyes at the sight of the young man but He didn't move, He waited.
When they stood together in frigid Scalvoris landscape, He turned to Arlo and smiled, then gave him a pat on the back which came close to, to coin a phrase, knocking him into next Ashan. "Arlo! I thought you were around here somewhere!" He'd been here on Scalvoris awhile, watching Arlo and a few others He had his eyes on. Partaking of fights and parties, adventure and life. Gesturing to the heavens, He laughed. "Xiur can be an uptight bastard, but he knows how to put on a show, doesn't he?" And indeed, it was like the stars themselves were dancing for the two of them.
"I heard a story to-trial, of the Ice Caves of Ishallr," He said and his glance to Arlo seemed to take in all of him, His gaze piercing into the young man. "Tell me about it. Tell me the tale I see bubbling in your mind." And with that demand made, Cassion waited to hear what Arlo Creede had learnt of the place which, in this moment, was important to Him.