there's an old man sitting on the throne there saying i probablly shouldn't be so mean
The silence continues to stretch between us. But what I thought would be an awkward, uncomfortable span turned out to be... comforting. I settle back into the quiet, letting it fall over me like a security blanket. It isn’t long before the silence is interrupted again.
I turn my eyes to meet his, noting that no feeling of uneasiness or irritability rises within me. Have a found myself comfortable in another’s presence? What was going on with me? I leave home, I seek out an unknown island that I’d only ever heard of, I’ve just allowed myself to follow a complete stranger on said island AND now I was even entertaining the idea of having a conversation with this stranger. But he’s introduced himself so now he can’t be a stranger, right?
I smile, more at myself and my own idiocy than anything, but it is a smile nonetheless. And it’s the first one that’s broken my features in quite some time. It feels weird at first but I settle into it, letting it warm my features and reach my eyes.
”I think it’s me that must thank you,” I tell him. It’s the most I’ve spoken in a long time. It’s still strange for me but this has been a strange day for sure. ”My name is Banks.” It’s been a long time since I’ve had to introduce myself and my own name sounds foreign on my own lips.
The snow that had been falling lightly, seems to pick up. Fat, wet drops begin to fall heavily as the sun becomes buried deeper and deeper behind the gray clouds. I peer up at the sky through the tangled mess of my forelock just in time for a fat flake to fall straight onto my nose. I snort, the air from my nostrils curling up and around my face, and shake my head. It was time to step out of my comfort zone.
”Are all the lands like this one?”