Sharing Tables (open) Mar 10, 2017 16:52:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2017 16:52:51 GMT -7
|When there's nothing left to burn, hear the silence|
Freedom and choice, both go hand and hand but not given the same merits in life they were valuable but not so valuable as purpose whatever that purpose was. All she ever wished for was to be more and what ever that more was wasn’t what ever this is. Sitting in a tavern bidding time after finding nothing to gain funds from. Once she didn’t have the freedom or choice but there was purpose, the arena as sick as it was and cyclical as it became to fight and win and be allowed to live another day there wasn’t a time where there wasn’t purpose to it. Shallow it was but it was a purpose to carry on towards. Now that she was out and here and free to choose which roads to take as long as she could afford it that value to freedom was dwindling. Why this place? Why the jungle where the air was thick with wet and walking outside in the streets gave away her nature with the steam rising as it hit her skin. Perhaps it was because that was where the roads had lead her thus far. The taverns were always welcoming to the hungry tired and bored.
The crowds were thick today and so was the tavern, the notice board asking for help was empty of things she had the patience and skill to do. Alas she seemed to only have the skill to fight and burn and the only ones looking for that were merchants. Hunger took it’s hold so found herself in a booth alone with the food and drink to tide the time over.
Biding time silently listening in on the surroundings untill the server asked if it was ok to share the table. A new customer had come in and the empty spot across her in the booth was the only place left to sit. A moment of thought crossed her mind to keep her isolated peace but there was no reason for that. The ok was given and the silence stayed a bit while the other settled.
WORDS ● Open ● Sharing Tables is fun
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