The wind talks

West to the mountain range of inner Navarre and east to the Bay of Steel coast, there stood a man, seemingly unpleased with his surroundings. “I thought winter would’ve been over by now..” He said to himself, looking at the ostensibly neverending blanket of snow. The only thing he found, at least partially, pleasant was the fact that it had stopped snowing. For now at least. It was at times like these that he felt that he wanted to take his axe and attack the snow. As if he could scare it away. But of course he knew that was not the case.

He continued his path to the northeast and softly mumbled a song in hopes that he could prevent his lips from freezing off. For some reason his Falkreathian blood and thick winter clothes were not enough to keep him from being agitated by the cold. The land was bullying him with a strong wind as well and the first thoughts of giving up were on his mind. “Maybe I’m not supposed to be an adventurer?” He thought. “But then, what am I supposed to be?” This feeling was more than a regular winter depression. “Who will miss me, if I don’t survive? Do people miss me when I’m not around?” Some important people had walked out on him, and echoing from that, he had walked out on some important people as well. People who actually cared.

Right about now he felt angry. He turned his back against the wind. “I going to make some changes.” He firmly said to himself. “Life may only be worth living, together.” He knew, of course, that being alone from time to time is important. But life would be much more gratifying if he could share his happiness. His sorrows. His loneliness. “I’m here!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. “And I want you to find me!” He continued to yell. “And don’t even think of walking away from me! Because I will find you if I have to!” He exclaimed to noone in particular. He didn’t care who had heard him. He didn’t care if nobody had heard him. The inner stream of the world had heard his cries. And something would happen. He knew it would. It seemed as though the wind and the cold had washed away his former realistic outlook on life.


[+ een account van Cat]

Only the wind kept him company while he waited hopefully for a response. Do you know what it’s like to not know what you are waiting for? Do you know what it’s like to have your only company be something that annoys you? Rikton didn’t either, until today. He suddenly wondered if he had lost his mind. He was standing still, on a barren snowy plain. He did not need a wish. Nor a dream. He needed shelter, and sustenance. But then.. he heard a voice. He had been so lost in his mind that he had not heard or seen the woman approaching. He was usually a lot more alert than this. He moved his big bag of ‘anything and nothing’ a bit, on his shoulder. At times it could feel very heavy. It was at that time he started sniffing, like a bunny would.

After a quick glance at the woman he noticed that she acted far more calm than him, given the current weather conditions. And she casually asked about who he wanted to find. He couldn’t bring himself to smile this time. “Someone.” He replied mannerly. “Anyone.” He continued. “An anyone, given that he or she is a someone. A person who wouldn’t be anyone, if not someone.” He scraped his throat. “Does that description fit you?” He asked, mildly hopeful. Rikton tends to talk to much. He loves it. He likes to speak entertainingly absurd. Some people think it’s charming, others think it’s exhausting. But it made him feel better. He could finally share his mind with someone again.

He enjoyed a good tease. Even the unintentional ones. For a moment she seemed a bit confused. But after a small amount of thought she nodded. The nod made him smile. He could have loads of fun with this one. Other kinds of fun than he had had with the people he met before. She was more the thinking type. Maybe actually smart. He hadn’t really encountered a smart person before. It excited him a little bit. She asked if he wanted her to fit the description he had given her earlier. Did he? She was definitely smart. No one had ever managed to force him to think about what he was going to say next. But it was no matter. She wasn’t done talking. She said something that sounded like something a wise old person would say. And after that she reflected his own question back at him. He grinned. Now this just got very interesting. It felt like a challenge, and yet it felt like a friendly game too. “I am one.” He remarked. “Always have been.” He chuckled a bit. “I, myself, choose when I’m any or some. And today I think I’d like to be someone to you. If you’d like to be someone to me too, that is.” He couldn’t stop smiling. He was absolutely enjoying himself. A feeling he had missed on his long travel to this very point. He had no reason to think this of her, but to him, she was a lot of fun. He waited in anticipation for her reaction. He had high hopes.