The same graceful wind

*Sota*

Sota wasn't by any means a spiritual man but it was hard to ignore the other-worldly implications of all of this. He liked to think he was a realistic, focusing on what he knew to be true, but this? This was all completely outside of that, and it left him feeling deeply unsettled. In a way he was used to living in the shadows, but not this literally. Now the darkness seemed to be creeping in from all sides, slowly drowning out the daylight, leaving only the faintest glow left behind as a reminder of what once was. Even the stars no longer seemed quite so comforting in the way they streaked across the sky - as if permanently frozen in time. He hoped that wasn't the case; if anything he wished time to be moving faster, to get them out of this strange rut they were slipping into.

He'd been so lost in thought that a sudden voice caught him off-guard and nearly made him jump out of his skin. He'd heard a voice carried in on the wind just a moment ago - perhaps it had been Artorias? He really didn't think so but it calmed his nerves to tell himself it may have been. Quickly he hopped up onto all fours and gave a deep bow of his head to the larger man before straightening properly. He'd abandoned such formal greetings not long after joining the Hallows but lately he found himself comforted by the familiarity of little things, like the typical greeting of the Songa. "Evening, Artorias," he returned the greeting with a small smile, albeit a slightly forced one. "I'm.. doing fine, I think. Found a little corner that seems untainted yet by.. all of this." What could they even call it? Sota didn't have the faintest clue. "But I heard someone talking and it startled me awake. Maybe a walk is in order," he suggested gently. It seemed Artorias had a similar idea in mind.

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The same graceful wind

for Artorias

Sota