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Plumes of smoke rang into the sky with drizzled motion, sophomoric winds playfully catching and rolling them between each breath. Down it went, the long lingering new clouds that seemed to be consumed by the wilting moonlight. The day was approaching that solar formation to gaze and stare upon it's world, seeking and reeling back the darkness and with it the damned and the dead. Hallow's Eve may be over but the last remnants of it's beautiful encore still clawed into this world screeching in final gambits.
Farzad though was not phased. He was unphased. One might even say his phasement was like a ghost in that the phase was ethereal and not really phasing anymore due to properties he didn't quite understand. Sort of in the same way he didn't quite understand why or how Hollow's Eve worked. Something about spirits he assumed. Though again, he, was unphased. Instead he was far more phased with finding that sweet spot where his toes and feet sizzled at the warm cusp of the firepit but didn't quite get charred and burnt from licking embers and cinders. It was tough but he was worming his way into finding it.
All the while, absently he lit a few more incenses, strong odorous stuff born to invite and detur. The undead would leave but teh curious would stay. In fact, anything Sentient should want to come in as he laid his body on a small rock of lichen and moss, himself with what amounted to candy drinks. Cold liquid made sweet to an almost bitter taste sat at his side, the moss was a flourish to the drink, letting the otherwise wet sop absorb some of the flavour. He wasn't sure if it would work. But what was the harm in trying as he narrowed a toe closer to the firepit, relaxing on his day off on that sweet cusp of day and night. He would call it...
Farzad though was not phased. He was unphased. One might even say his phasement was like a ghost in that the phase was ethereal and not really phasing anymore due to properties he didn't quite understand. Sort of in the same way he didn't quite understand why or how Hollow's Eve worked. Something about spirits he assumed. Though again, he, was unphased. Instead he was far more phased with finding that sweet spot where his toes and feet sizzled at the warm cusp of the firepit but didn't quite get charred and burnt from licking embers and cinders. It was tough but he was worming his way into finding it.
All the while, absently he lit a few more incenses, strong odorous stuff born to invite and detur. The undead would leave but teh curious would stay. In fact, anything Sentient should want to come in as he laid his body on a small rock of lichen and moss, himself with what amounted to candy drinks. Cold liquid made sweet to an almost bitter taste sat at his side, the moss was a flourish to the drink, letting the otherwise wet sop absorb some of the flavour. He wasn't sure if it would work. But what was the harm in trying as he narrowed a toe closer to the firepit, relaxing on his day off on that sweet cusp of day and night. He would call it...
Daght. No... No that sounded dumb.
But he'd work on it.
But he'd work on it.