the journey is more important than the destination;

[scarfenvy]

This is the closest you'll get to knowing where I'm from, isn't it? Like how they showed me what happened long ago...

[The little scarf buddy chirps, a wordless chime, while plodding around in the sand and being generally aimless. There were no mountains with bright alluring lights here.]

I wish you could've experienced the journey for yourself. Somehow.

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[weave_askew]

[sup, beady glowing eyes bro.]

Too far is this world from your journey's end.
T'ward which aim would your new master yearn?

[scarfenvy]

[oh, hello menacing looking bro!

He skids over, drawn to the presence of another person and pips a series of tuneful (but not quite annoying) flutey replies.

chirp chirp chirp]

There is no aim. I have no light to follow, but she's still very excited, so I am too.

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[weave_askew]

[how delightful. hopefully this floating entity's weirdly echoing and agendered voice isn't too much of a menacing contrast.]

No light, you claim, but of this are you certain?
Perhaps this light yet shines beyond your ken.

:3<

[scarfenvy]

[as long as menacing bro doesn't have a hunger for scarves, things should be smooth sailing.

The nomad approaches, looking up at the other and idly flutters his cloak. His own "words" a telepathic chime because it's much too difficult to talk without a mouth.]

Do you really think so? Have you seen it?

[weave_askew]

This light, your journey's end, is not my own.
And yet, as yours, alone it shan't be found.
Only in alliance may we grasp
That which we seek: your light, and Man's enlight'ning.

[scarfenvy]

[He is reminded of the ancient white robed ones that foretold his journey and elaborated on the past. He appreciates this one's wisdom. Takes it all in because there's still so much to learn.]

Maybe it's not your journey, but if it's on the way, we could travel together. Maybe we can look for others like us?

[weave_askew]

You and I are not of likened birth.
Our paths converge, but were not meant to join.
With others shall you meet your journey's end,
And with my own shall I one day meet mine.

[scarfenvy]

I understand.

[a mournful toll, quiet but content. There would be many acquaintances he'd make, but not all of them will travel with him.]

[nascence]

[chirp chirp!]

[scarfenvy]

[*A*!

chirp chirp chirp chirp]

[nascence]

[CHIRP! :D

runs in happy circles!]

[scarfenvy]

[Scarf buddy rides the sand dunes over and commences to run small laps around the other fellow scarf friendly while occasionally chirping a tuneful tone (but not the BIIIG big chirp, those are for when he knows where funky glyphs are!)]

[nascence]

[aww yeeah glyphs. this guy has a decently long scarf as he happily greets his fellow traveler with happy little chirps.

Do you know where to go next, friend? He's a little lost among all these sand dunes. :(]

[scarfenvy]

[This particular scarf buddy is just as lost, finding himself meandering aimlessly. Oh, it was a journey sure, but this time there wasn't as clear a destination.]

I don't know.

[He seems to say, shrugging his shoulders and flapping his cloak.]

[nascence]

[A sad chirp. Well then.]

Then we are both lost. But at least we are lost together!

[He seems to laugh, bobs his head with a high pitched chirp this time.]