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[color=1FD867][sub][i]The Castle[/i][/sub][/color]
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	[color=Silver]He remembered the hour in which he arrived at the castle. It felt special, different to the other tribulations that had stood in his path of life. Twelve acres of plumed memories waned to the admiration he felt at the fort. It was alien, by all accounts, to see the climax of a stationary civilisation. Movement would be its downfall as it rested in the bricks of its great foundation. The grandest form of architecture he'd seen in all of his days, right before him. And he was inside. The others hadn't shown up, presuming there were others to come. Surely there would've been. He remembered the invitation, the call to duty, that he'd received. Roe'wynn had been very much unaware as to why he was picked. He was a nobody, a faint aspect to society and mankind in its entirety. A stain, perhaps, or a false idol in the midst of a chaotic aeon. It wasn't that he cared...maybe. He thought he didn't care. Either way, he appreciated the chance to do something with the days that had their meaning taken away.

	Sat in a cold seat in the middle of some meeting area, he went about his minutes watching Aurin coil and turn around. He hadn't really met any other Eidolon's in his passing, only seen the occasional at a distant glance. Whether they were like Aurin was another question. It seemed to float with little knowledge of what it meant to be a spirit. Playful in attitude, coiling and curling around him with its great flexibility, and snuggling against his neck like a scarf, made for an interesting companion. Yet it could not communicate. [i]They[/i] couldn't communicate. Roe'mynn didn't know what Aurin thought or said whenever it spoke its primitive tongue. Yet Aurin understood Roe'mynn, and in a way that was enough to get through the trials between them.[/color]

[color=1FD867][b]"It's so quiet being so static."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]He thought aloud, yet permitted to a low mumble.[/color] [color=1FD867][b]"It hav's low peace. Anxious, I feel. Do you feel it too?"[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	Aurin squeaked its usual toy-like noise. God, for someone as stoic as Roe'wynn, he couldn't help but feel his heart melt at the tenderness of the spirit's voice. He hated admitting that this was his most liked trait, considering all that he went through upon finding the creature. Either way, he still felt himself drifting at the mind, thinking of things other than sounds, or rather a lack thereof. Everything was so still, like the Kingdom itself. It didn't move. It spent its days perched in one place, and just expanded how big its place was. It never moved like Roe'wynn had known all his life. Perhaps civilisation wasn't in search for something, like the community had. It was different. He wasn't used to [i]how[/i] different it was. He suggested to himself that maybe it was down to the fact that he knew nobody. Aurin was the only consistency in his life. And maybe the call to arms he accepted would change that. He didn't know. Maybe they would be fools, or geniuses. He just hoped that they'd accept him for what the community once had.[/color]