Re: [IRP] A wanderer's visit
Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2022 3:53 pm
Fallon raised his eyebrows when Aishe agreed to a swim in the lake, raised them more and laughed when she waded in fully clothed.
Himself he was too used to keeping dry clothes dry to have contemplated that, besides, the cold water was certainly refreshing and felt good.
He made the appropriate grumblings when she splashed him, but chose not to repay the turn. He listened to her talk of clouds and flowers and thought long and hard when she asked of colours and his favourite.
He raised his hands and slid beneath the water, letting himself drift a wee while as he thought.
Eventually he broke the water again ''That is a good question, I could of course say any colour that I chose. The truth is that I like and dislike most'' he lay back some almost talking to himself ''Green, I like green, for it is in the shooting of plants that bring renewed life to the world, yet it is also the colour of envy, so I dislike it. I like red, for it is bold and strong, yet I dislike it because red is the colour of blood, of life leaving. Blue, blue is the sky, clear and brilliant, yet blue is also the cold, have you seen people so cold they turn blue by the time they die?''
He paused in his talk for a few moments, '' I guess I would say it would be an orange, the orange of the setting sun as it fades towards dusk, letting you know that you have survived another day '' he sighed deeply and slowly ''Of course that too is false for the orange of dawn is equally cursed and blessed for it can herald a clear view and renewed hope, or it can reveal massed ranks and the start of much slaughter''
He laughed too loudly to clear thoughts rising unbidden '' so no, I guess that no one colour would be a favourite, tis more a whole picture, what fits where and how. And how well it fits''. He lapsed into silence, listening to the muffled sounds of waves lapping and birds calling.
Himself he was too used to keeping dry clothes dry to have contemplated that, besides, the cold water was certainly refreshing and felt good.
He made the appropriate grumblings when she splashed him, but chose not to repay the turn. He listened to her talk of clouds and flowers and thought long and hard when she asked of colours and his favourite.
He raised his hands and slid beneath the water, letting himself drift a wee while as he thought.
Eventually he broke the water again ''That is a good question, I could of course say any colour that I chose. The truth is that I like and dislike most'' he lay back some almost talking to himself ''Green, I like green, for it is in the shooting of plants that bring renewed life to the world, yet it is also the colour of envy, so I dislike it. I like red, for it is bold and strong, yet I dislike it because red is the colour of blood, of life leaving. Blue, blue is the sky, clear and brilliant, yet blue is also the cold, have you seen people so cold they turn blue by the time they die?''
He paused in his talk for a few moments, '' I guess I would say it would be an orange, the orange of the setting sun as it fades towards dusk, letting you know that you have survived another day '' he sighed deeply and slowly ''Of course that too is false for the orange of dawn is equally cursed and blessed for it can herald a clear view and renewed hope, or it can reveal massed ranks and the start of much slaughter''
He laughed too loudly to clear thoughts rising unbidden '' so no, I guess that no one colour would be a favourite, tis more a whole picture, what fits where and how. And how well it fits''. He lapsed into silence, listening to the muffled sounds of waves lapping and birds calling.