Sorry for the delay. I sent a message to Dae Brayk a while back to see if he was still with us, but still no word.
" the magician crooned, his lips pursed and an ardent look in his wide eyes. "But my, my!
What a lot of fun that could be! Say what you will of precaution and certainty, I know such things are of great concern to you. However a short man may see what he can and declare himself content. But a tall man may see the world as it is in full. A moth, a butterfly. Unabashed truth! A hungry
lie! He sees all the things that sweep you up into the air!" Mud twirled his finger upwards, following it with his gaze. "and the things that would help return your feet to the ground. And with this knowledge he can choose to do a great many things. He may choose to believe a great many things too. He may perceive the world as ugly, that his knowledge is a curse, or a danger. Something to be feared, and kept from others, like the short man. Or perhaps he finds that in knowledge there is a great freedom."
Razugual watched the sky. The starlight had begun fading, though he hadn't noticed. The magician's companion was still listening in on the conversation from the campfire, but he hadn't been getting very much out of it. It's all bad jokes, secrecy, and nothing talk.
He sighed, dropping his focus from the useless chatting, and leveled his head with the horizon, exploring the distant desert with his eyes.
It was easier to see than before, even minutes earlier and Razugual could make out just how vast the plain appeared. There was not much to be found in the distance. The question reemerged in his head again: where had the others gone?
Why would they go— where
would they go, when there was nowhere in sight to
go? He looked down at the roof beneath his feet. What was a gas station doing all the way out here? How had he and Mud, or any number of those who had come and gone, arrived here?
It bothered him. Many things were bothering him. This entire stop was bothering him, and a part of Razugual wanted now to be done with it. To leap off the roof and go about his merry way, as it seemed so many of the others had done. But he kept these feelings enclosed and in check, and returned his hollow gaze to the night sky.
Immediately, he noticed, the sky no longer belonged to the night. There was a distinct strain of rich blueness that hadn't been there before, and indeed, a brightness roused at the edge of the desert. Dawn had silently approached, and now, finally arrived.
The magician leaned backward, resting against thin air. "The two men may meet at a question: What is the nature of a free existence? The short man looks up at the tall man with curious eyes, perhaps believing that the nature of existence is to continually learn more of
existence, and to deepen one's understanding of what he knows. The tall man, with his horizons so vast... perhaps he believes that the nature of existence is to find a comfortable place to stop knowing.
Mud held up his hands and tipped his head. "In this case, what matters more than the truth, is what you hope is the truth." Mud pointed at Sano, raising his eyebrows with a wide smile. "What you wish
to be the truth."
He held his pose for a few moments longer, then switched gears again, stroking his goatee and looking generally disinterested in anything. "Well
I suppose I will perform however I deem my fancy to be suited at the time of the proceedings. Sounds like a good idea, feels like a good idea; looks, smells, and tastes like a good idea. If I had to venture a guess..."
The magician let the words hang with a playful smile, then tipped his head back to the point that his hat fell off. He threw out a hand to catch it, turning to face Morgan at the same time. "Ah, Madamé Morgan
," He placed the hat back on his head and chuckled inwardly, "Is there a thing that you wanted? Some... thing?"
All the while, Mud did not seem to notice, or was ignoring, Razugual, who had turned around, and was watching them all directly.