Post by stryder on Dec 4, 2006 19:46:21 GMT -5
It is a soft, silent night, the kind I preferred out here. The full moon lights my path, though I know where I am going. Velvet pine needles help keep my bootsteps quiet, the sounds of the owls and frogs around the pond much louder than any noise I make. Everything is alert to my ears, and thoughts are alert to my mind.
I spend most of my time around the pool of Nrell. It is mostly because I can't stand all the mind nose. All the thoughts, the memories. I have enough to deal with on my own. Even now, after all these years, I can't control my teleapathy; all the people are simply too much. So, I come out here, where I hear only the smple thoughts of the animals, and it calms me.
I walk to the edge of a small ridge hanging over the edge of the pool. It's where I can feel the water on my face and hands, and hear the rumbling of the waterfall not far below. Usually, I leave my sword near the bank, where I can see them and get to them quickly, but today I didn't bring them. It seems like insanity, I know, but I am skilled enough with my hands and fast on my feet. Anyway, I don't want to be reminded of the heartache of battle, what all this nonsense has caused.
I fold my hands behind my head, staring up at the sky. The stars are beautiful. Ever since I was a child, I have loved to stare at the stars and wonder why there are so many of them. It was one of the few things I haven't figured out in my many centuries. I feel myself slip into my only usual reprive from the mind noise: sleep, and I let it come, not worrying about my safety.