As the sun set, a glorious cloak of amber and rose spread over the water, as a gods-woven cloak would settle upon the blessed shoulders of Nature. From a low dune risen among glistening stones and twiggy bramble, Korsten watched the fall of evening. A comfortably cooling breeze that would be chilled before the night had matured caught his curls and flaunted their rebellious length directly in his face. There’d always been a stubborn one or two among the forelocks that refused to obey order, but now those few scarcely stood out. How his lifestyle had changed. The days of worrying over every tidy detail, of class standards--of unbridled vanity—were as far away as childhood. The folly of his pursuit to exist both hidden and adored within a structure that excluded him by its very nature, and his, was over. On his path to understanding that, he had come back to the beginning. How cruel and how kind were the gods, to offer such things?
These ruminations played through Korsten’s mind as the gently tumbling waves of the sea caught the last rays of daylight, breaking them into glistening gems that were passed along, toward shore at a pace that could only entrance the viewer. Would the siren song of the sea draw him in now? Or did his own Song negate such charm, rendering him and the sea helplessly neutral toward one another? Were they in allegiance with one another perhaps? His mind cycled through considerations that he imagined long after the fact scarcely mattered. Where he stood in relation to Nature, or the spirits thereof, or the gods themselves was moot by now, surely. Or was it?
Snippet taken from Blood Reign
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