For this place, and before. Completing my book, of course, is one, but... truthfully, I had one other.
[ his voice softens a little, and he looks out of the window of the train, out at the strange scenery of their shifted and changed locations rolling by. ]
...When the loneliness would get too unbearable, I used to climb up on the roof of the palace outside of my room, and dream that I was a bird - and that I'd fly all over Iria, and see all of the sights there were to see. But... more than that.
The part of it I dreamed the most of was that I could land, and make friends everywhere that I went. And those friends would become true, wonderful companions - or maybe they would not. Maybe we would only meet for a night or two at a time. A few weeks. But I would dream that I could meet new people and travel with them all day, then make camp and sit around the fire all night, laughing and sharing stories and memories and drinks.
[ a simple dream, really. the dreams of friendship, the dreams of company, for a lonely bird trapped in a cage, too far from society to ever experience its simple joys. ]
...It amazes me, how much of that I've been able to achieve in this place. Looking back on it in retrospective feels like a dream in and of itself.
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[ his voice softens a little, and he looks out of the window of the train, out at the strange scenery of their shifted and changed locations rolling by. ]
...When the loneliness would get too unbearable, I used to climb up on the roof of the palace outside of my room, and dream that I was a bird - and that I'd fly all over Iria, and see all of the sights there were to see. But... more than that.
The part of it I dreamed the most of was that I could land, and make friends everywhere that I went. And those friends would become true, wonderful companions - or maybe they would not. Maybe we would only meet for a night or two at a time. A few weeks. But I would dream that I could meet new people and travel with them all day, then make camp and sit around the fire all night, laughing and sharing stories and memories and drinks.
[ a simple dream, really. the dreams of friendship, the dreams of company, for a lonely bird trapped in a cage, too far from society to ever experience its simple joys. ]
...It amazes me, how much of that I've been able to achieve in this place. Looking back on it in retrospective feels like a dream in and of itself.