Stepping Stones (Ajax/Closed) Jun 26, 2010 14:01:31 GMT -5
Post by Ribitta on Jun 26, 2010 14:01:31 GMT -5
Dust rose in small clouds with each footstep the boy put in front of the next, his eyes closed to the heat of the sun on his face. Hands in his pockets, he ignored the heat of the mid-afternoon sun the best he could, silently irritated with himself for not buying a hat in the last town. He could already feel the sun lightly singing the skin of his nose and cheeks, and he had the feeling that for the next few days it would look as if he were always blushing fiercely. Silently he shrugged this thought off, though; it wasn't like he would have anyone around to be embarrassed about it to, and even if he had some lovely lady hooked around his arm, he doubted some light teasing would bother him all too much.
He sighed at this thought, and, as he opened his eyes, he realized how alone he had become in this world. His parents were gone, and his sister was likely some devilish prostitute in Rogueport by now, and now he had next to nothing. Choosing to leave the Taron could prove dangerous in the long run as he had already seen with some who he had long thought to be friends; it was a dangerous world to be on your own in, and as he looked across the empty, dusty dirt road before him, across the green plains on either side of him, he felt pretty small.
It wasn't all bad, though, he thought. People were, more often than not, tiresome and irritating. It all took too much effort, he figured, but still that feeling of loneliness reminded him that perhaps the effort may be more worth it than he had figured before. He sighed again, resigned to the fact that there wasn't much he could do about it. This was the life he had let himself live, and for better or worse he would pay the tolls as he went through each yearly check-mark. Without letting it bother him anymore, he closed his eyes again, shut the world out and felt the heat of the sun more fiercely than before, and kept walking in the same direction: due west.