Totoka River it's alright, a bit scathed, a bit lost

aw but tagging @Rhælla

it is the sunset, ultimately, that halts the prince's steps. it still strikes him sometimes, in the most delightful way, how odd it feels to have time for such trivial pleasures. warmth swells heavy in the runaway veltigar's chest as his gaze rakes the brightly-painted horizon, tracing blinding gold-white hues and splashes of salmon and lavender as if the sight of it will be his last. perhaps it is, he thinks, amusing himself with the thought — but he does not think death comes for those already living as ghosts. it would seem too merciful a fate for one such as him: wandering without purpose, without family or claim, existing only peripherally. a living hell to most any creature. yet, he is content, and perhaps that is his greatest sin. his gaze drops, and he turns, ears lowering to rest against his skull as he continues his aimless journey. sinner or no, he is free, and he ought to enjoy it... somehow.