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Origin: Abnormal (Lost Watch) Nature: Pondering Size: Handful Boundary: Open Grass Field Nature Feature: Emmer Wheat (Triticum Turgidum) |
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Background
Pondering | Obsessive | Flighty
Once upon a time, Aeon had been a well loved and well made watch. He nestled kindly within the pocket of a high class woman, not exactly befitting her style - especially considering pocket watches are rather old in these times whilst she was sleek - but he was perfect all the same, and he was extremely well taken care of. Shined and glossed regularly, given proper maintenance as was needed, bared to the world and made to be seen under the sun - he shined like gold. And in a sense it was rather fitting, considering he was partially gold. Lovely maroon backing, so dark it was almost black, a shining diamond, tiny gold dashes and numbers with glittering gold hands, rosy exterior and chain with ornate embossed detailing on the cover - he was beautiful. And for a woman who often wore rosy and white gold to drape across her body, he fit in surprisingly well.
She'd had a winter home, this woman. A kind and humble thing so far away from her true continent, nestled kindly within farmland and rolling hills alongside grain and grass fields. It was simple, befitting her, her children and her husband, and it was a place to breathe and take a break and enjoy her time being rowdy amongst her little ones until called back inside. Perhaps it is only fitting then, that one day when she'd been playing with them that the watch came free. Chain not clipped to anything proper it slipped from her pocket and met the ground, cover opened to the sky even though it did not break.
She hadn't noticed until they'd left back for their proper home. She'd worried over it, wanted to go back and search, but her husband had instead given her a dainty pale thing to go around her wrist, and though she did not love it she knew better than to test.
That watch was never retrieved. It settled beneath the sky and felt the kiss of rain and mud and bugs and life against its glass and metals. It was a beautiful thing, rotting away. It was never found by her.
But instead by someone Other.
As an Esk, Aeon is both rather put together and a little bit of a mess. He's incredibly curious to a fault, but dignified. He doesn't rush head first into many things, usually taking plenty of time to glance over his options. They're quick witted, intelligent, and considering they've got the wings to get away they're not above taking off into the sky should someone try and snap at them. Despite that, Aeon isn't looking for a fight. Typically he's rather soft in conversation, speaking a little bit in riddles and an eager listener. He likes to connect with people, likes to learn about them and see where exactly they may take him in the world - literally, not figuratively. There's a wanderlust in him, something that craves to be taken into the skies and to soar across the hills and fields and seas. It's nice, in a way, to have such a good internal compass and clock. He's seen plenty of things, and he could surely lead you to them as well.
There is, however, a disconnect at times within Aeon's mind. He wants to return back to his owner, to fulfill the purpose he'd had once upon a time. But he knows that realistically he can't. He can't return to what he'd been before, can't go back to being alongside that woman, he can't. And he understands that. To compensate, however, his mind has found a new thing to hone in on.
Patterns.
Keeping of time, keeping patterns, finding puzzles - solving them and noticing them and making them. Aeon can lose himself in these things, can become borderline obsessive until he becomes neglectful to everything else. This is typically where one may see him in his rawest form - something grasping at straws and aching for the constants, for the curious, and most importantly where his filter is gone. Should he make any noise outside of chirps and clock ticks and grinding gears, he isn't exactly subtle. His words have gotten him into trouble more than once within this state, and it isn't surprising that - depending on who you ask - his reviews are very mixed to say the least.
It isn't all bad. Considering he's hyper attentive of those patterns and such, he's gotten plenty of folk out of trouble. He's learned to read people and Esk, to recognize their patterns and help when they seem off and disjointed. When he isn't obsessing over some object or scrawling in the Earth, his strange disconnected behavior can actually be fairly helpful.
He doesn't talk about it much, however. Any questions asked about it, usually ones along the lines of "you seem so different than the last time we talked, what happened?" always get ignored. He never talks about it. Merely apologizes, offers aid, or flies away altogether before they can even finish the question. They're a bit flighty with it, avoidant. Best not to temper with the topic.
Altogether though, Aeon may have his moments but they are a kindhearted soul. They're more than welcoming to folk who come across them, eager to listen and learn and offer his own teachings in return. They are, in many senses, sweet. And despite their smaller size, they're also happy to preen folk and lend a wing to cover one's head in the bad weather or the blistering heat. He's a good friend, should you consider him such. Even if he's a bit odd at times.
Once upon a time, Aeon had been a well loved and well made watch. He nestled kindly within the pocket of a high class woman, not exactly befitting her style - especially considering pocket watches are rather old in these times whilst she was sleek - but he was perfect all the same, and he was extremely well taken care of. Shined and glossed regularly, given proper maintenance as was needed, bared to the world and made to be seen under the sun - he shined like gold. And in a sense it was rather fitting, considering he was partially gold. Lovely maroon backing, so dark it was almost black, a shining diamond, tiny gold dashes and numbers with glittering gold hands, rosy exterior and chain with ornate embossed detailing on the cover - he was beautiful. And for a woman who often wore rosy and white gold to drape across her body, he fit in surprisingly well.
She'd had a winter home, this woman. A kind and humble thing so far away from her true continent, nestled kindly within farmland and rolling hills alongside grain and grass fields. It was simple, befitting her, her children and her husband, and it was a place to breathe and take a break and enjoy her time being rowdy amongst her little ones until called back inside. Perhaps it is only fitting then, that one day when she'd been playing with them that the watch came free. Chain not clipped to anything proper it slipped from her pocket and met the ground, cover opened to the sky even though it did not break.
She hadn't noticed until they'd left back for their proper home. She'd worried over it, wanted to go back and search, but her husband had instead given her a dainty pale thing to go around her wrist, and though she did not love it she knew better than to test.
That watch was never retrieved. It settled beneath the sky and felt the kiss of rain and mud and bugs and life against its glass and metals. It was a beautiful thing, rotting away. It was never found by her.
But instead by someone Other.
As an Esk, Aeon is both rather put together and a little bit of a mess. He's incredibly curious to a fault, but dignified. He doesn't rush head first into many things, usually taking plenty of time to glance over his options. They're quick witted, intelligent, and considering they've got the wings to get away they're not above taking off into the sky should someone try and snap at them. Despite that, Aeon isn't looking for a fight. Typically he's rather soft in conversation, speaking a little bit in riddles and an eager listener. He likes to connect with people, likes to learn about them and see where exactly they may take him in the world - literally, not figuratively. There's a wanderlust in him, something that craves to be taken into the skies and to soar across the hills and fields and seas. It's nice, in a way, to have such a good internal compass and clock. He's seen plenty of things, and he could surely lead you to them as well.
There is, however, a disconnect at times within Aeon's mind. He wants to return back to his owner, to fulfill the purpose he'd had once upon a time. But he knows that realistically he can't. He can't return to what he'd been before, can't go back to being alongside that woman, he can't. And he understands that. To compensate, however, his mind has found a new thing to hone in on.
Patterns.
Keeping of time, keeping patterns, finding puzzles - solving them and noticing them and making them. Aeon can lose himself in these things, can become borderline obsessive until he becomes neglectful to everything else. This is typically where one may see him in his rawest form - something grasping at straws and aching for the constants, for the curious, and most importantly where his filter is gone. Should he make any noise outside of chirps and clock ticks and grinding gears, he isn't exactly subtle. His words have gotten him into trouble more than once within this state, and it isn't surprising that - depending on who you ask - his reviews are very mixed to say the least.
It isn't all bad. Considering he's hyper attentive of those patterns and such, he's gotten plenty of folk out of trouble. He's learned to read people and Esk, to recognize their patterns and help when they seem off and disjointed. When he isn't obsessing over some object or scrawling in the Earth, his strange disconnected behavior can actually be fairly helpful.
He doesn't talk about it much, however. Any questions asked about it, usually ones along the lines of "you seem so different than the last time we talked, what happened?" always get ignored. He never talks about it. Merely apologizes, offers aid, or flies away altogether before they can even finish the question. They're a bit flighty with it, avoidant. Best not to temper with the topic.
Altogether though, Aeon may have his moments but they are a kindhearted soul. They're more than welcoming to folk who come across them, eager to listen and learn and offer his own teachings in return. They are, in many senses, sweet. And despite their smaller size, they're also happy to preen folk and lend a wing to cover one's head in the bad weather or the blistering heat. He's a good friend, should you consider him such. Even if he's a bit odd at times.
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