Checking on Wim

Gonyaul hummed the Vauxian ceremonial tattoo song in his head as he walked in the direction of where he left Wim last night. He never appreciated the music while he received the markings, most likely due to how painful the process was. He enjoyed the fact that while his body was taking a physical trip from point a to b, his mind was able to take a journey else-where and when.

Whenever he traveled a path more than once, Gonyaul made it his practice to always find something new. This time around, he payed particular attention to the textures of bark on trees and any small rocks he didn’t notice last time. He liked to do this with people as well, if given the chance. While new can’t be new again, it could always be deeper.

This led his thoughts back to all the deep relationships he had forged back home and way of life. His culture was a stark contrast to so many things out here in the world. Every place he had been had good people, but they also had bad people. And it was not always easy to tell upfront. Wim mentioned there was danger outside the walls; however, Gonyaul had an inkling there was troubling behaviors brewing inside the walls.

He pondered these ideas longer. In short, he believed it came down to those that want to control others and those that wanted freedom for others. Why would this happen? He concluded, for the time being, that those power hungry must think they are elite as well as know better how others should be.

Gonyaul noticed he was getting closer to where Wim was camping; he had a great sense of direction. He swung by the elderberry bushes he found yesterday, thinking it would be a kind gesture to share them. He assumed, since they were both heading back to Ostarium, that Wim would want to walk back together. Mainly because Gonyaul knew a better, easier, way.

Gonyaul continued and could start to see the area coming into his field of vision. He wondered would Wim still be there?