He had heard the call. He had been waiting, listening to the bright spring air. He knew Isola would be a leader, but something had bound Yojimbo, fate had intervened and he was watching over a wanderer like himself. The red girl was his soul, and hers was his. He would not go far from her, but if he can he will still uphold his promise to Isola as best he could. But Pompeii, if she willed him to her he would go. It was how things were, and maybe Isola would understand this. Maybe she will still accept him as her adviser even if he wandered to the Outer Rim often to be with his soul.
The copper-tinged male followed the call. He traveled through the young trees, the growing grass, into the crater with grace and ease. He did his best to move with haste. He didn't want to disappoint her, the girl who was now grown, the girl whom he showed fire and shared the sunrise with her father, who came to accept him into Trenus as his home. Yet it wasn't meant to be, seems Yojimbo wasn't meant to have a true home, maybe he was sent to Trenus to save them, as the stars screamed at him to do so. Maybe he was just crazy.
Blue eyes saw the group gathering around the young girl and her mate. He slowed his pace, watching carefully at the familiar faces, and may he did not know. As much as he was in the loner mood, wishing to sit alone on a mountain and contemplate existence, he knew he had a responsibility. He wished not to interrupt, he didn't enjoy being the center of attention, but he would let Isola know that he was there for her.
Long limbs pushed forward, his face as calm as ever as he came upon the group. He did not fight his way to Isola, but he did search for her eyes in the crowd, and when his eyes caught hers, he would nod his head in greeting. He had nothing to say. Being here is more than words could ever convey.
Eight Years - Destined to Pompeii - Eternal Wanderer |