Post by The Fire Son on Dec 18, 2011 23:25:46 GMT -5
<<OOC: Hey, that sort of "title" worked just fine for the Fire Son's parents!>>
Before he’d arrived in this place, the Fire Son had never wandered far from home on his own. There wasn’t much choice here, though. He hadn’t made any real friends here yet, and his sister and former traveling companion, as far as he knew, was nowhere near the Island. Given what had happened the last time he saw the Snow Daughter, that was probably for the best. Even if she didn’t try to kill her brother, she was unlikely to be friendly, either. After all, he’d killed the man she loved.
Although it was unintentional, the Fire Son wouldn’t blame her for having a hard time getting over that. The boy would never forget what he had done, himself – and he didn’t feel as if he should, either. His brother-in-law’s death had been a tragic mistake, stemming not from malice or heartlessness, but from the Fire Son’s ignorance of how fragile normal human beings really were. Now that he knew how easily he could kill someone just by being careless, the Fire Son would bear much more guilt if it ever happened that way again.
The nature of the Island, unfortunately, meant that it was possible to be in a very warm climate one moment, yet encounter snow after walking only a few miles. Since there was almost no warning when that happened, the Fire Son had to be very careful when he went exploring. He was always prepared for the possibility that he might have to race back to wherever he’d just come from, should the weather suddenly turn nasty.
But when he’d discovered this city a few days ago, the boy was completely unprepared. Not that it was unpleasant; quite the opposite, in fact! The air was a bit more humid than he would have liked, but the temperature itself was lovely. The streets and the building and the people like nothing he’d ever seen or heard of before. Absolutely everywhere he turned, there was music playing – as foreign to him as everything else here was, but still beautiful. Only one thing bothered him: much of the time, once people really caught sight of him, they stopped whatever they were doing and just stared at him. He was used to that, since people often did the same thing at home when they first met the boy with fire-colored skin, but that still didn’t mean it had ceased to be uncomfortable to be stared at that way. Especially when the Fire Son couldn’t quite tell if they were just curious, or outright hostile.
Before he’d arrived in this place, the Fire Son had never wandered far from home on his own. There wasn’t much choice here, though. He hadn’t made any real friends here yet, and his sister and former traveling companion, as far as he knew, was nowhere near the Island. Given what had happened the last time he saw the Snow Daughter, that was probably for the best. Even if she didn’t try to kill her brother, she was unlikely to be friendly, either. After all, he’d killed the man she loved.
Although it was unintentional, the Fire Son wouldn’t blame her for having a hard time getting over that. The boy would never forget what he had done, himself – and he didn’t feel as if he should, either. His brother-in-law’s death had been a tragic mistake, stemming not from malice or heartlessness, but from the Fire Son’s ignorance of how fragile normal human beings really were. Now that he knew how easily he could kill someone just by being careless, the Fire Son would bear much more guilt if it ever happened that way again.
The nature of the Island, unfortunately, meant that it was possible to be in a very warm climate one moment, yet encounter snow after walking only a few miles. Since there was almost no warning when that happened, the Fire Son had to be very careful when he went exploring. He was always prepared for the possibility that he might have to race back to wherever he’d just come from, should the weather suddenly turn nasty.
But when he’d discovered this city a few days ago, the boy was completely unprepared. Not that it was unpleasant; quite the opposite, in fact! The air was a bit more humid than he would have liked, but the temperature itself was lovely. The streets and the building and the people like nothing he’d ever seen or heard of before. Absolutely everywhere he turned, there was music playing – as foreign to him as everything else here was, but still beautiful. Only one thing bothered him: much of the time, once people really caught sight of him, they stopped whatever they were doing and just stared at him. He was used to that, since people often did the same thing at home when they first met the boy with fire-colored skin, but that still didn’t mean it had ceased to be uncomfortable to be stared at that way. Especially when the Fire Son couldn’t quite tell if they were just curious, or outright hostile.