They were now standing above the cloud covers amongst the mountains; Saturn blinking rapidly and looking around. He hadn’t even felt the shift until the weather hit him. Causing him to shiver for a brief insan. Mountains wen in every direction and there was the sensation of vertigo as he acclimated to the terrain. The outsider didn’t seem too bothered by it though.
Here I have brought for you to find me the essence of water and that of lightning.
”You would think it’d be frost with how cold it is.”
That is for another time.
”The essence of water does not lay within the sea?”
The outsider seemed to consider this and then shook his head slowly; raising up a hand with a single digit. He seemed to think higher of his child now that those two questions that could have remained unsaid were… well said.
The answers are sometimes within the things we did not think or see before. While water is plentiful in the ocean and that the mountains are indeed cold. Answers move with the world and the song of ages travels regardless.
Saturn cocked his head o one side and sniffed at the air; he could feel the temperature of the area evening out a bit and it occurred to him that it wasn’t as cold as it could be and that it was actually closer to that of regular temperature compared to the rest of fiore that he had visited this far.
You already seem to be acclimating to this place. Heh.
Saturn flicked his ears and stepped down from where they had arrived; the outsider watching him curiously. He would have moved but instead there was the sensation that he wasn’t given a timeframe. Or at least wasn’t given one that needed to be said.
I didn’t tell you to begin-
”Let us not tarry too much oh parent of mine. I already have a feeling of what you may want. But the answer I have in mind isn’t here.”
The outsider looked puzzled but didn’t speak further; watching saturn float along of his own will and power. Running his hands through the clouds that rolled through; the fine mist and the coolness of the clouds made him realize that this was part of what the outsider wanted him to see but…
The clouds were gentle and they lacked the sensation; they weren’t wrought with elemental rage. There was a distant anger to them and saturn would bite the lower portion of his lip thoughtfully. He knew the answer before he even got here; but getting that answer and presenting it would instead be something else entirely.
So he opted to wait with the other; watching the clouds roll on by and would breathe out slowly. He was given ‘one’ of something. So he deigned instead to make it one month; time between the two of them was meaningless and as he started to feel the gentle caress of the moon on his nape his face slowly split in a larger grin…
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