Arcus cannot remember exactly what it is that he has dreamt of -- only to ponder over ideas from the wee hours of morning; all the way up until the crest of the evening when the sun is - once again - burning into his eyes.

Sunset, you fool, you've marched yourself to the ends of the world in less than a day. His mind was arrogant with the ignorance of not knowing what was really out there in the world - still is - and it can be seen by how he scoffs and postures himself in some quiet argument that Evanthe is no part of. For awhile, this is how it is, Arcus cannot seem to sit still as they slowly make their way up a hillside, instincts knowing that something-somewhere and not very far from here just out of sight...is around for them. Arcus would always be familiar with the knowledge of what it means to own a territory -- but he may never understand what boundaries mean for he had grown up strangely.

What is strange? The dark voice quips in defense for Arcus, his mind not allowing him to victimize itself for once in a very long time. For once, he needed to be brave - he needed to be the better man by not letting his strange problems get the most of him. "Somewhere, there's a land I saw. There was a young woman I came with -- Alacran, she's gone now....I keep wanting to say that she is missing but who knows if she wandered away freely -- I certainly did not take her." Arcus explains then, falling into step beside Evanthe as the two of them struggle up the scraggy face of a steep, rocky hill. His eyes only glance the crest once in high hopes that it is not nearly as far away as it looks.

He's not sure he can hang onto this conversation long enough to make it to the bridge, eyes shifting back and forth for something else to speak about. "Bleu lives here too...well" -- Arcus cants his head thoughtfully to the side as he contemplates something. "A traveler. Like me. We're all travelers here."

Gypsy. The conscience brays obscenely, hissing it between his teeth like a filthy and slattern term used to describe the type of life that Arcus had lived.

"Travelers." He repeats once again, embarrassed when he sees Evanthe watching him.

"You seem very familiar to me." Arcus then says with no control; the phrase rolling out in a tired, almost exasperated sigh - tired because he had thought about all the different reasons why already even though they had literally just met the night before.

"This place, however, is not familiar at all."

A R C U S

"I think you look on death as your friend," she murmured.
"That is a strange friend for a young man to have."

"The only faithful friend in this world," he said bitterly.
"Death is always sure to be at your side."