Post by Onira on Aug 27, 2006 0:57:57 GMT -5
He rested his knee against the soft soil. It seemed nature had settled itself. Regained it's once disturbed soils, but now, it was calm. Almost... beautiful. If the Earth had been disturbed for another reason.
Onira gently ran his hand along the bland-looking stone. The day was... depressing. Clouds were gray. Many of the trees seemed to fade away from their regular birhgt aura. Even they seemed gloomy on this normally joyous and memorable day. But, in-truth, it wasn't as happy as one may have liked. This day was celebrated in one's life, but not for the dead. This day was one of mourning.
His fingers bumped lightly over the engraved words, those letters ones he always kept in his mind, but in his dreams, they always haunted him. One more spiritual may say that the engravements of the letters signified the descent, but eventually it rose back upward to one's more glorious times. But, Onira was not spiritual. He was a scientist. Logic. Facts. The engravements had no symbology. All they did was speak one's decided words.
The World Is Only Facts. That Is It's Own Fact.
A somewhat harsh way to put things, especially when talking to someone really of any faith. But, it was one of Alchemy's most common phrase, and had almost become the catch phrase of the science. However, Onira's master, Yuraha Tome, always liked to add something upon it. The addition always made Onira's spirits lift, and naturally, the words rested beneath the alchemic phrase.
Sometimes, though, a lie is just so much more comforting.
Onira smiled as he read this, resting on his knee with eyes closed softly for a moment afterwards. He must have been there for a full half a minute before he finally stood up again, looking down at the gravestone before him. He smiled gently, picking up the now dead flowers resting at the foot of the graveston. He bent over and picked them up slowly, holding them in his hand before the familiar alchemic light flooded the area. The flowers were quickly becoming revuvenated, thanks to the healing ability of Onira. He powered the cells for a moment, making them speed up and get all the nutrients move again. Their color flowed back, he letting them fall to the gravestone again.
"Here rests one of the few alchemic masters."
He fell to his butt, sitting and just looking at the tombstone. He liked that he was near the place he and his master once called home. It was maybe a mile from Babylos, as well as about half a mile from the academy. It was... private. One of the nicer things in live. One of life's lies, as it were. Being with only the grass, the wind, and one's silver elk companion. Peaceful, indeed. Almost uplifting.
Onira gently ran his hand along the bland-looking stone. The day was... depressing. Clouds were gray. Many of the trees seemed to fade away from their regular birhgt aura. Even they seemed gloomy on this normally joyous and memorable day. But, in-truth, it wasn't as happy as one may have liked. This day was celebrated in one's life, but not for the dead. This day was one of mourning.
His fingers bumped lightly over the engraved words, those letters ones he always kept in his mind, but in his dreams, they always haunted him. One more spiritual may say that the engravements of the letters signified the descent, but eventually it rose back upward to one's more glorious times. But, Onira was not spiritual. He was a scientist. Logic. Facts. The engravements had no symbology. All they did was speak one's decided words.
The World Is Only Facts. That Is It's Own Fact.
A somewhat harsh way to put things, especially when talking to someone really of any faith. But, it was one of Alchemy's most common phrase, and had almost become the catch phrase of the science. However, Onira's master, Yuraha Tome, always liked to add something upon it. The addition always made Onira's spirits lift, and naturally, the words rested beneath the alchemic phrase.
Sometimes, though, a lie is just so much more comforting.
Onira smiled as he read this, resting on his knee with eyes closed softly for a moment afterwards. He must have been there for a full half a minute before he finally stood up again, looking down at the gravestone before him. He smiled gently, picking up the now dead flowers resting at the foot of the graveston. He bent over and picked them up slowly, holding them in his hand before the familiar alchemic light flooded the area. The flowers were quickly becoming revuvenated, thanks to the healing ability of Onira. He powered the cells for a moment, making them speed up and get all the nutrients move again. Their color flowed back, he letting them fall to the gravestone again.
"Here rests one of the few alchemic masters."
He fell to his butt, sitting and just looking at the tombstone. He liked that he was near the place he and his master once called home. It was maybe a mile from Babylos, as well as about half a mile from the academy. It was... private. One of the nicer things in live. One of life's lies, as it were. Being with only the grass, the wind, and one's silver elk companion. Peaceful, indeed. Almost uplifting.