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*From Mournful Kingdom of Sand*
It couldn’t be possible for any living thing to describe Ikana Canyon as welcoming. Aside from the vaguely green grass lining the valley’s sleepy river, Ikana is all barren and rocky. It isn't hard to find some kind of corpse laying around in the dirt, and if you come across a live human, it is most likely the type you wouldn't want to meet, like a thief or some freak. To call the silent land home, you would either have a very strange reason and a sad life, or no life at all.
At least, that’s how Donovan would describe the canyon. He lived there until age 12, and was one of the very few who had to live there for a "strange reason". To this day, he isn't completely sure of that reason, because he doesn't know much about his life before living there. As much as he wishes that Ikana was unknown to him, he knows too much about it--he was quite familiar with the Gibdos and skeletons and other monsters who were supposed to be dead, but instead roamed the dusty canyon. And he feared these monsters like nothing else he had ever come across in his days wandering the world. As the group followed their passage towards Termina, Donovan almost felt like his soul would prevent him from crossing, but he had to stick with the group and let Chadur keep carrying him ahead. He had no desire to look ahead but had no doubt that it was Ikana they were aimed towards. He could almost tell just from a deathly scent the place held, and as they moved, the sand below them changed to a duskier color. He soon caught the windy silence he had spent years listening to as a kid--the dead silence that made his lyre a vital tool. The atmosphere naturally dropped his mental comfort to zero, and adding that to his physical pain put him in living hell and he longed to disappear. Without saying a word, Donovan tried to rest in Chadur's saddle and close his eyes, forcing himself to allow the horse to keep following behind the others. Of course, he knew that soon he would have to open his eyes again because besides himself and maybe Kaida, Ikana was unknown to the group. Maybe there was something waiting ahead that he didn't know about either... It didn't seem likely, but something could have changed in Termina while he and Kaida were gone.
It couldn’t be possible for any living thing to describe Ikana Canyon as welcoming. Aside from the vaguely green grass lining the valley’s sleepy river, Ikana is all barren and rocky. It isn't hard to find some kind of corpse laying around in the dirt, and if you come across a live human, it is most likely the type you wouldn't want to meet, like a thief or some freak. To call the silent land home, you would either have a very strange reason and a sad life, or no life at all.
At least, that’s how Donovan would describe the canyon. He lived there until age 12, and was one of the very few who had to live there for a "strange reason". To this day, he isn't completely sure of that reason, because he doesn't know much about his life before living there. As much as he wishes that Ikana was unknown to him, he knows too much about it--he was quite familiar with the Gibdos and skeletons and other monsters who were supposed to be dead, but instead roamed the dusty canyon. And he feared these monsters like nothing else he had ever come across in his days wandering the world. As the group followed their passage towards Termina, Donovan almost felt like his soul would prevent him from crossing, but he had to stick with the group and let Chadur keep carrying him ahead. He had no desire to look ahead but had no doubt that it was Ikana they were aimed towards. He could almost tell just from a deathly scent the place held, and as they moved, the sand below them changed to a duskier color. He soon caught the windy silence he had spent years listening to as a kid--the dead silence that made his lyre a vital tool. The atmosphere naturally dropped his mental comfort to zero, and adding that to his physical pain put him in living hell and he longed to disappear. Without saying a word, Donovan tried to rest in Chadur's saddle and close his eyes, forcing himself to allow the horse to keep following behind the others. Of course, he knew that soon he would have to open his eyes again because besides himself and maybe Kaida, Ikana was unknown to the group. Maybe there was something waiting ahead that he didn't know about either... It didn't seem likely, but something could have changed in Termina while he and Kaida were gone.
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