often times, the world reveals itself only when necessary ; this, of course, tended to make most people rather upset. if things aren’t going your way, it must be the earth’s fault, or your neighbor’s fault, or some deity’s fault — caduceus never prescribed to this mode of thinking, and still refuses to agree with any who do. they were entitled to their anger, and their jealousy and terror and all other emotions they may feel. everyone felt things, he would defend, no matter if it were happiness, or grief, or any other sensation in between. he welcomed these feelings, just as he welcomed the world when it chose to reveal itself ; it came, today, in the early morning meditation, with incense burning a wilting line of smoke into the air before him, thoughts coming as his god intends for them to.
he thinks of the ocean, of waves coming and going, startling then settling. he never has been a fan of the vastness of the sea ; he supposed he would get sea-sick, were he ever to sail. homesick, too, for all things grounded and safe.
a few hours later, he is approaching the docks. the sun is rising into the sky, making a home of the blue above as the blue below sways to and from. just the sight of it is enough to send his stomach into twists and turns ; he looks up, intending on observing a nearby boat. rather than his gaze landing on a seaside vessel, though, eyes fall gently upon a man just a ways away. lips curl into a slight frown as he begins to approach the man, brows furrowed and mind churning away as he finally speaks up, presenting a small smile as he does so ( in hopes of easing his own tension, as well as this stranger’s ). “this is an interesting place to be, isn’t it?” he asks, gaze briefly drifting back to the water, only to quickly return to its previous position.
IF HE COULD BE HONEST, the man assumed settling into some semblance of a mundane lifestyle would bring him peace. nowadays, though, he’s never felt more on edge. whether it be out of nervousness for this town’s next big calamity, or for sense of constant insecurity he feels for being a stranger in his own body, fjord still has a feeling there’s more to this life than what it appears to be. to spite this, he attempts to find solace in the way waves lap at the dock. while some might get sea sick at the way the wood boards rock back and forth; fjord senses it’s almost like an extension to himself.
maybe he is crazy. he sure sounds like it.
the beginning of the day has just begun for most, though for fjord, it started a little over three hours ago. there was something therapeutic about being awake before the earth did, the quiet in the air being a sound he took a liking to everyday while walking to work. his foot is pressed onto the cleat, hands tugging the rope in his hands to tighten the knot he’d made to keep the boat in place. the sound of footsteps brings his head to raise. if he weren’t so focused on his job, the pink-haired man is one he could spot from a mile away. fjord knows that he had never seen him around before; despite this, there’s a lingering sense of familiarity the more he watched him. the question asked is an interesting one, and he considers his answers as the back of his hand wipes sweat from his forehead, “ —do ya mean the docks, or the town ?? ”
