Post by Tokrochiru on Jun 30, 2016 19:24:13 GMT -5
The snow in my palm melts. A time consuming, but necessary process. I hate it.
The amount of techniques I've attempted in order to quell my impatience numbers in the triple digits. No matter what I do, I can't convince myself that I'm not wasting time. It's absolutely infuriating.
Perhaps it was simply a consequence of how I was built, but I doubted it. In my crystal heart, I know that exile is getting to me.
The has finished melting. Nothing. Not a single spec of faerie dust. I clench my digits into a tight fist, frustrated. I'm no closer to my goal than when I started.
I need to calm myself. Anger won't speed the process. I slow my thinking. Allow my servos to correct the alignment of my emotions, as it were.
After giving it a moment of thought, my anger seems petty. I'm not entirely certain if it's born of my distaste for failure or fear of the consequences if I'm too late. I'm undertaking a monumental task; one that I'm not prepared for in the slightest. I have no allies and no external resources aside from the materials I gather from the wilderness.
Yet, I know I must complete my task. It's not simply a matter of right or wrong, though that alone would suffice for a reason to undertake. As distant as I am to the cultures that mar this region, they are the closest thing I have to family. They may not know who I am, but I've spent enough time studying them to know who they are. I care for them. If there is even the slightest chance that I can prevent another person from disappearing, I have to do whatever I can. There is no other option.
In the end, I suppose it doesn't matter if my actions bear fruit or not. What matters is that I try.
With renewed focus, I look down the edge of the cliff which I stand atop of. Night has fallen. I can risk a jump without drawing much attention.
I run forward and leap as far forward as I can, allowing gravity to handle my descent. Half a minute later I've touched ground. I'm able to maintain my footing after the fall. I'm fortunate that my structure has evolved to handle such impacts. It decreases travel time like you wouldn't believe.
I break off into a sprint. I have to get to the next navpoint. I have to start over and find a new trail. It might be another dead end, but I won't know unless I look first.