There MUST be More Ch4The sun was far past its highest by the time they stopped and Archways had learned many things from and about the-alive-one-from-before.
But one thing stood out the most was, while Archways WAS learning more from the alive-one (such as hearing familiar words spoken not sung) and was thrilled to have met them, they were ATROCIOUS at conveying things through pictures. Time and time again they made their drawings too complex to the point that the ideas and thoughts and questions were all muddled and lost. They also didn’t do events in a straight line and they were all littered on the ground disconnected from one another; even if two or more were a part of a story. Archways ended up having to lead by example with their own drawings; simple and easy to understand.
Like them playing with other ones-from-now and days of surfing down sands. They also asked questions about the humongous war machine, drawing part of the scene where it destroys the building and then pointing at the one layi
There MUST be More Ch3Everything was quiet when Archways came to.
Mostly because Archways laid very still thinking they were supposed to wait for the-ones-from-before to do their thing – the thing they do at the mountain where they hypercharge them with energy to get through the final bit of the storm. They had awoken up a short while ago much like during that portion of the journey, lying on the ground seemingly lifeless only to be suddenly awake and alive and full of energy again. The heaviness from before was now gone as well and Archways was now alert much like they had been two days ago.
And yet nothing happened. No ones-from-before appeared nor any energy gifted to them for pushing determinedly forward. Just… suddenly awake again.
Archways gave a small chirp trying to get the attention of any ones-from-before that may be watching over them.
Archways rolled onto their back in the small space and stared at nothing in particular. They were confused as to what was happening and
There MUST be More Ch2The first hurdle to get past was the blasted wind barrier, but of the hundreds of others they had travelled with, a few had found some weak points and had been excited to spread the news and technique around. It was a little hard because you had to build up a lot of speed and then get under the wind to push through.
Getting the speed was easy for Archways. They could fly higher and stay up longer than most others. Even some white cloaks -who had the advantage- had to really work it to keep up. This sort of happened simply because Archways never liked the color on themselves –even with the added perks- but still wanted to do the tricks that the white cloaks could perform. So, stubbornly, they took the harder route and ended up getting a lot of experience from their experimentation.
Archways, before they took off, wanted to get to a higher spot on top of the ruin as not to waste energy.
And here came another useful skill they learned, one that was tricky for everyone no matter what
There MUST be More Ch1Sand – it was always sand that first greeted them when they started the cycle again. That and the waving cloth anchored to a gravestone to greet them. The wayfarer trudged up the slope and, as always, the mountain shined just behind it. They basked in its glow for a split second before surfing down the dune and making their way to the first shrine. After collecting the first glyphs, the red wayfarer paused to look at the statue at the center of it all, standing as it always had.
The cloaked figure gave a low whined 'chrrrr' and kicked the sand before pacing about.
A thousand thoughts and few ways to express them plagued the wayfarer. Not having proper ways to voice said thoughts definitely was number one on the list on things that bothered them. They sat down roughly and stared hard at the sand before them- ignoring the silent call of the statue.
There was a feeling growing in their chest over the loop that they, and every other wayfarer, went through. From here to the mountain a
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