its always melancholy
11-17-2021, 08:10 AM
Rhyme was half surprised that he made it through the winter, even more he was surprised he hadn’t had to yet say goodbye to his mother. Rhythm fared better through the cold season than he had. All through the frigid winter Rhyme felt the cold deep in his bones and every day was painful. He’d mitigated as well as he could but Rhyme was truly feeling his age. He hid the symptoms as best he could, he didn’t want to worry anyone who cared about him but even if he hid his pain his image was changing. The old man was now more gray in the face than he was not, you could hardly make out the pale markings beneath his eyes now with the salt that flecked over the pepper of his features. Rhyme knew he was entering the last stage of his life. At one point he had yearned for these moments, but now his patience held strong. The glowing illness didn’t help his physical health in the least. The man continued about his life, he had duties to see to and they would not be shirked. As he was doing now, white flecked pas carried him over the ancient path of Abaven’s border as his mind revisited the past. He hadn’t realized until he was here that he’d found his way to the hallowed land that held the bodies of those gone before him. |
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