Tongues of ancient ghosts and new time adventurers, blistered by the heat of too many wars or smooth from purity left unscathed, each bled stories a different river which all connected to one giant sea of whole. Grandparents that spoke of golden and dark ages that passed before their wisen eyes, nervous explorers who encountered their first beast to live and tell the tale, truths warped in extreme exaggeration by imaginative youths who longed for action packed adventures. Multitude of viewpoints unique there was no room for one decisive tale of absolute truth. Storytelling a favorite pastime by any and all airy daydreamers or battle worn veterans that trekked across the land of the living listened in enjoyment. Recherchรจ grasped his assigned task light by the tender touch of rosebud finger tips, careful in his mission to strip the contents before it got pieced back together, self reassured there was no reason for fear to fester within golden heart.
These hands never clenched tight fists where gaping wounds painted knuckles deep red, strangled the final breath from burning lungs in dire need of oxygen, inhaled a victim's first last breath after dirty nails ripped life out of their dying body. Untouched by a day's honest work to keep a family alive, wars yet to face that wait to feast upon innocent flesh, walls never punched in boiling rage at the injustice inflicted upon one's self and loved ones. Tragedies formed by heavy tales of woe have yet to grace on pale contours of his slender face, for he gave a star bright smile paired with warm honey poured in smooth milk that soothed a delicate throat and opalescent eyes to reflect childlike wonderโ fresh meat available for the beasts hidden in the dark crevices. But dainty hands could offer gentle caresses in silent assurance, sweetly murmur encouragement about better days ahead, a promise to be the rock to lean on in desperate times.
So he'll spin silks of gold and ivory for his stories, dramatics inessential in the eyes of a found youth, he has no reason to make it black and blue.
Time ticked by at its usual pace whilst Recherchรจ planned out his task, short legs scurried across yellow grass of these peaceful meadow lands dotted in vibrant flora, intent on a somewhat pleasurable experience. Life doesn't guarantee the mood will remain light and pleasant, storm clouds were bound to roll in at any time, thunderous in their quiet rumble of rage and flash of lightning blinding in its strike against the ground. After all, the sun always shines again amidst the darkness, he'll make sure of it. Woolly blankets lay above rolling grass stroked by a warm breath by the lazy winds of summer, a designated area on the open fields where the exchange of tales would commence, a little get together to create new ties and forge stronger bonds.
Pink toes were nipped by nervous energy that fueled a confused mixture of excitement and nausea, quiet suck in of air through lips that filtered past pearly whites, his steps hesitant in their approach towards the buzzing crowd of his fellow Sanctuarians. Eyes soak in the bodies mingle in their daily lives, silent in his search for faces familiar in a sense of names either known or some recognition of seeing them before. There's the expanding of fragile chest in preparation of his speech, exhalation effortless in its trickle through needle teeth past satin lips, softly the words emerge in the lively atmosphere. "Excusez-moi, if I could have your attention, I'm holding a storytelling session over at the blankets. If anyone wants to share, that is," fine silk brushed across the skin, a choice given for all to participate, added in a tidbit after a few heartbeats later. "They can be something that happened to you or completely made up."