Falls

He was muddling through life, he knew even had his own daughter not accused him of it with such fervor, but that was the problem with being haunted. He could not let them go, could not risk losing their memory for his own personal peace of mind. Prices had been paid and now he got to live in the proverbial bed he had made for himself and that seemed quite fair to him. It did, however, leave him in his own head more often than not which was not very conducive to paying attention to the world around him; even pretty ladies standing next to frozen waterfalls. Once he did notice her however the nervous tendency he was beginning to expect from such meetings in these common lands and he did not blame her one bit. No doubt many would be willing to take advantage of such a potentially vulnerable target, even he might have once upon a time, but now all he did was rumble that quiet apology of intruding upon her reverie.

The relatively soft cadence of his voice seemed to put her at ease however, he could see the tenseness drain from her body and felt a weight lift from his own. She seemed to accept his apology and his heavy head bobbed in acquiescence with her statement, he supposed it was a free land and all but he wasn’t quite sure it gave him the right to encroach upon her in such a manner. Yet if she did not mind his presence he was not going to disagree with her, and it led to his query regarding the sorrow he could near feel radiating off of her. Her voice was so soft he was glad the falls were not eliciting their typical roar or he feared they would have been lost, ears pricked forward to catch the words that struck a chord deep in his heart.

It was a common pain among their kind, the need to be a part of something bigger whether for protection or social needs, and when that was denied it could be… uncomfortable. He huffed softly in agreement. “A blessing and a curse.” He muttered it more to himself perhaps, though with the baritone of his voice he doubted she would miss it. Instead he shifted his sizeable weight to a more comfortable stance. “But I’d wager few would turn you away if you came a-knockin’. “ There was a ghost of a smile on his face, a shadow of his former self perhaps peeking out slightly in order to make a somber lady smile. “Still, sometimes a lil’ quiet can be a balm for the soul.” His voice trailed off slightly, that had been his original intent when he distanced himself from the normalcy of their society and he wasn’t sure when he had adopted it as his self-appointed sentence for his crimes; a life sentence as far as he was concerned.