Before I came here - when the loneliness in my life got too heavy to bear, I used to do things just like this.
[ the story is told in his usual soft tone, a little smile on his face - the melancholy seeps in through his words, but he tells it with nostalgia. he tips his head in the direction of the roof where they're sitting. ]
I'd climb out of my window in the dead of the night, out of the roof, and I'd stare out at the horizon for hours. There was no ocean to look at, but there were hills, and fields beyond the palace walls. And... I'd dream I was a bird.
I'd dream that I could fly as far as I wanted- I'd soar away, as far as I could. Past the walls, past the city gates, past the green hills of the Papal States, until I reached Iria. And then, I'd fly even further, until I could see the convallaria fields in bloom, and follow the sprawl of the clear waters of the Iria River, and the snowy peaks of the Vlder Mountains.
And once I finally was tired of flying, I'd land, and I'd meet people. Those people would become my friends, and we would travel all over the continent - as far as we could, all together, having grand adventures and exploring from sea to sea by day. And at night, we'd light a campfire, and sit around it and share stories. Drinks. Songs. Food. Laughter.
[ ... ]
It's a simple dream, isn't it? To most people, it might even seem ridiculous. But it helped me, in my worst moments. And now... here, I've gotten to do so many of those things - I've achieved much of that dream, but I still find myself climbing up these roofs.
I suppose when we dream, we don't really think of the bad things that can happen. I never daydreamed that my companions would die.
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[ the story is told in his usual soft tone, a little smile on his face - the melancholy seeps in through his words, but he tells it with nostalgia. he tips his head in the direction of the roof where they're sitting. ]
I'd climb out of my window in the dead of the night, out of the roof, and I'd stare out at the horizon for hours. There was no ocean to look at, but there were hills, and fields beyond the palace walls. And... I'd dream I was a bird.
I'd dream that I could fly as far as I wanted- I'd soar away, as far as I could. Past the walls, past the city gates, past the green hills of the Papal States, until I reached Iria. And then, I'd fly even further, until I could see the convallaria fields in bloom, and follow the sprawl of the clear waters of the Iria River, and the snowy peaks of the Vlder Mountains.
And once I finally was tired of flying, I'd land, and I'd meet people. Those people would become my friends, and we would travel all over the continent - as far as we could, all together, having grand adventures and exploring from sea to sea by day. And at night, we'd light a campfire, and sit around it and share stories. Drinks. Songs. Food. Laughter.
[ ... ]
It's a simple dream, isn't it? To most people, it might even seem ridiculous. But it helped me, in my worst moments. And now... here, I've gotten to do so many of those things - I've achieved much of that dream, but I still find myself climbing up these roofs.
I suppose when we dream, we don't really think of the bad things that can happen. I never daydreamed that my companions would die.