At the water's edge (OPEN)

Elasokir Reservoir

Tviyr was the first boundary to be created when Fellsgard was freed from Bhelest. There is a diverse magnitude of adventurers that trek through this countryside. Decorated with grassland, coastline, forest, and jungle, it's quite the vision. Read more...
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Itzcohuatl
Character
Obsidian Serpent
Level
01
25 / 25 HP
20 / 20 MP
0p / 0g / 0s / 50c
Race: Dragon
Class: Magical and Restoration
Posts: 8
Joined: May 1st, 2020, 5:21 am
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Been thanked: 5 times

At the water's edge (OPEN)

Post by Itzcohuatl »

‘It is a wretched thing to be digging a well when you are thirsty…’
Thought Itzcohuatl recalling the creation of the reservoir as he lounged on the grass near the water’s edge. It was a pleasant day in spring, the sun was high in the sky but there was a cooling breeze coming across the water, and the light speckled through the boughs and leaves of nearby trees. He had just eaten a deer and the weather was too idyllic for Itzcohuatl to resist coming to rest beside the water. He dangled his tail languidly in the water sometimes flicking it back and forth, while when the mood struck him, he would dip the claw upon his wing into the water to make little eddies. A century or two ago and his presence here would be unthinkable, it was too well guarded for him to ever venture to, but now with the great struggle over it had been left mostly unattended except for the odd visitor such as himself.


Itzcohuatl had to wonder though at the sheer wonder of the creation he lay besides, for it was not a mere physical object, it was a thing, a creation which represented all the meanings which had flown into its creation. It was a reminder of a unity born of horror, a desperate resistance to a force which was mustering every fell power imaginable against life itself. It seemed wonderous to the multicoloured dragon laying there that it was now filled with all manner of life, as if it were a physical rebuke to the very enemy it had been created to resist. Fish darted through its waters, leaves from the trees gently caressed its surface, birds darted across it chasing insects, everywhere one turned your eye there was a sign of life. Itzcohuatl grinned softly, it was beautiful, an act of resistance which had outlived its foes and now stood as statue of victory.

Of course, it only so because I know of its meanings, withdraw those meanings and it is really nothing more than water…” Itzcohuatl mused aloud, his draconic had often been called soft and entrancing, moving like smoke in the night air, “… But…” This is why the lake itself is unimportant, the symbol is, the peoples who made it matter as life matters; mere physical things simply are, it is thought which makes them into more – ran the rest of his sentence, unspoken in the confines of his mind. Perhaps, it is this which draws him towards others, especially to other peoples not only his own, for they are what matters in the end. They give the physical world its meaning through the connections and meanings they drape over its mere form. Itzcohuatl was lost in this inner thought as he kept still besides the water’s edge. It truly was a lovely day.
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