Post by Sanbu on Nov 26, 2019 20:09:40 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
Tiny drops of cold, stretched along field white and little else save for snow as far as the eye can see. Winter had long come to know Jingle Village yet the sight of the humble settlement never ceased to spark interest within Sanbu. While the village had a great variety of people to talk to, overall there was little else to be seen in the humble village in his eyes. Though uninspired, the Majin managed a remarkable pleasure in the strange but alluring simplicity of the location. Long had the days been where every dialogue or better yet encounter was immersed in complication. Ideals and views came to clash one another fiercely and repose was a reward that so scarcely reached his hands. But in this instance however, matters were far different than what he had come to deem as true. Peace, if only but a mere idea at this point was still present in some tangible form in some locations. While perhaps a guise of the real gravity of one's circumstances the tranquil nature of the Jingle Village was one that kept Sanbu feeling rather refreshed after knowing such a different truth for so long.
It was not that this need for peace was anymore valid of a perspective but merely one that the Majin forgot to regard so often. After a fair bit of trade and conversation with the people nearby the time for departure had long been coming. To stay in one place was an aspect to his person that Sanbu had to get rid off, nothing productive really ever came from remaining stagnant and so would he continue to migrate. The many nights spent under the roof of a foreign hand were sweet but all the sweeter were the days that knew meaningful change. It was high time to live a life of progress but the tender feeling of passivity could not help but nag at him constantly. Peace was an easier card to play when the odds were not stacked in your favor, but just how willing was he to see this matter through? Questions but lingering only in his mind, problems both appearing and vanishing with inconsistent pace. As Sanbu walked away from the village a strange feeling rose over him, one he struggled to find the words for. "I suppose now has come the time for me to make my decision. Shall I advance on this path of mine? No development is inspired with this little power, I need all the more of it."