sent cries aloft for his fellow man
May. 2nd, 2010 11:06 pmThe arrival of Caliban and Niko Leandros to the island meant that Ishiah was finding a much greater deal of time spent on his own. It was a fact that he largely appreciated, being able to have time to collect his thoughts and try to gather himself, a process which was still slow in coming despite having been on Tabula Rasa for over a month. It seemed that somehow, despite the relative stagnation which most of the island's residents felt, life was rushing ever faster for the peri-- a new job with new patrons, a now shared abode, foiled attempts to leave the rock. It was a whirlwind in more ways than one, leaving him staggering, and when his footing was so hard to find, it was difficult not to turn back to old habits. Perhaps talking to Robin would have been one idea-- but how was the puck to understand, and what kind of toll would the burden yield?-- or even speaking with the two brothers, newly arrived. But for Ishiah, relying on others that were not, in a concrete way, beholden to him was difficult. The other peri, he could have had conversations with. His Father, he could have prayed to.
Then again, maybe Ishiah's voice could carry to Him, even from the island.
It was this thought which had brought Ishiah to the temple of Elua, a place which had been recommended to him by quite a few customers sensing the man's need for a place for quiet contemplation. Hand running along the tall fence which surrounded the area, Ishiah's eyes continued to trace along the tallest trees, the sky above. Without peering down, the peri came to the front entrance, easily toeing off worn leather sandals before walking inside, eyes wide, taut, and lips pulling down at the corners.
Already, he could feel the apologies which rested on the tip of his tongue. He had long since told himself never to regret the decision that he'd made to leave Heaven, to put the garrison behind him. But there were always doubts. That was part of the whole package and parcel, doubt and the ability to make a choice between actions which never held any level of certainty in them. Sharply, his gaze broke with the sun above to rest on the ground beneath him, neck heavy, shoulders slightly hunched.
He had missed this.
Then again, maybe Ishiah's voice could carry to Him, even from the island.
It was this thought which had brought Ishiah to the temple of Elua, a place which had been recommended to him by quite a few customers sensing the man's need for a place for quiet contemplation. Hand running along the tall fence which surrounded the area, Ishiah's eyes continued to trace along the tallest trees, the sky above. Without peering down, the peri came to the front entrance, easily toeing off worn leather sandals before walking inside, eyes wide, taut, and lips pulling down at the corners.
Already, he could feel the apologies which rested on the tip of his tongue. He had long since told himself never to regret the decision that he'd made to leave Heaven, to put the garrison behind him. But there were always doubts. That was part of the whole package and parcel, doubt and the ability to make a choice between actions which never held any level of certainty in them. Sharply, his gaze broke with the sun above to rest on the ground beneath him, neck heavy, shoulders slightly hunched.
He had missed this.