[It is positive to say that Enkidu is beaming at this point. The tired look on their face has vanished completely and they're holding on to Gil's hand firmly as they lead him out of this city and towards the Wilde.
It is soothing to hear his voice, to hear him voice his opinion, his plans, his sentiments. To them this was a new life. In a way they were more what they used to be and yet they weren't. But whatever they were in this setting, they have stopped being Servants.]
Hmmm...I want to discover this world further with you, Gil. Travel to the end of it and find our way back. [Around them it is obviously getting warmer and more and the further they go, the more flowers appear.] Maybe even beyond that.
[The path to the treehouse is a bit winding and long but familiar to them. Most rune-based guard spells are still active and they take their time to check if none of them is broken or compromised.]
I think it is correct to say that it is somewhat strange that I have never showed you this place. [They hop over a small river before they reach out to him again.] It is also strange that I have not properly kissed you yet. [Enkidu smiles broadly. A Sunny and open smile only meant for their one true friend.]
Feel free to call me a fool, Gil.
A MILLION YEARS LATER... boops a tag to close this out
[ it is not a terribly long journey from the city to the Wilde, certainly not so long as the journeys the King of Heroes has undertaken in the past.
there is no descent into the Underworld, no road to the Deep, no rising again to travel all the way to Uruk once more -- long, long years did Gilgamesh once spend as he trekked to find that herb, and then as he trekked all the way back to his kingdom, to build the walls and prepare for the twilight and the sunset of his reign, knowing another king would follow him, knowing there would be many kings, many heroes, to pass through the Throne, to make the contract.
but he was the first, and his was the first of kingdoms.
at the sight of the treehouse, Gilgamesh smiles warmly. ]
We may journey so far as the stars themselves, just as my mongrel and I did.
[ he still must show his friend more of that journey, must he not? in time -- and through the dreams.
the King of Heroes has always known that, eventually, he would go beyond his garden -- ]
-- yet, for the present, it is from those stars that I return, and for now, perhaps...
[ Gilgamesh reaches out, running the tips of his fingers along the wooden panels of the treehouse, and along the flowery, hanging branches that drape like a curtain above and around the edifice.
they stand amid a primeval landscape of boughs, like a sacred grove, a bower of dappled shade and the bright hues of the blooms that crawl amid the leafy branches. ]
... the King may, at long last, take a rest... a brief reprieve from all his wanderings.
[ his expression and open body language signal that Enkidu may approach, may take their wish from his lips if that is their desire, but then, such permission was always already granted from before their proposal had ever been formed: it was always their special right and their special privilege, reserved for them from the time of the beginning of the world.
no, it goes without saying, and no, his smile says: he shall not call Enkidu a fool now, not even in the spirit of jest.
for this, after all, is correct. all is correct, and true. the King and his friend may for now merely enjoy this sojourn, may think of nothing but the bright moment of the present, with all the manifold pleasures to come, whatever they may be.
for now, together, come what may, they are, once again, home. ]
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It is soothing to hear his voice, to hear him voice his opinion, his plans, his sentiments. To them this was a new life. In a way they were more what they used to be and yet they weren't. But whatever they were in this setting, they have stopped being Servants.]
Hmmm...I want to discover this world further with you, Gil. Travel to the end of it and find our way back. [Around them it is obviously getting warmer and more and the further they go, the more flowers appear.] Maybe even beyond that.
[The path to the treehouse is a bit winding and long but familiar to them. Most rune-based guard spells are still active and they take their time to check if none of them is broken or compromised.]
I think it is correct to say that it is somewhat strange that I have never showed you this place. [They hop over a small river before they reach out to him again.] It is also strange that I have not properly kissed you yet. [Enkidu smiles broadly. A Sunny and open smile only meant for their one true friend.]
Feel free to call me a fool, Gil.
A MILLION YEARS LATER... boops a tag to close this out
there is no descent into the Underworld, no road to the Deep, no rising again to travel all the way to Uruk once more -- long, long years did Gilgamesh once spend as he trekked to find that herb, and then as he trekked all the way back to his kingdom, to build the walls and prepare for the twilight and the sunset of his reign, knowing another king would follow him, knowing there would be many kings, many heroes, to pass through the Throne, to make the contract.
but he was the first, and his was the first of kingdoms.
at the sight of the treehouse, Gilgamesh smiles warmly. ]
We may journey so far as the stars themselves, just as my mongrel and I did.
[ he still must show his friend more of that journey, must he not? in time -- and through the dreams.
the King of Heroes has always known that, eventually, he would go beyond his garden -- ]
-- yet, for the present, it is from those stars that I return, and for now, perhaps...
[ Gilgamesh reaches out, running the tips of his fingers along the wooden panels of the treehouse, and along the flowery, hanging branches that drape like a curtain above and around the edifice.
they stand amid a primeval landscape of boughs, like a sacred grove, a bower of dappled shade and the bright hues of the blooms that crawl amid the leafy branches. ]
... the King may, at long last, take a rest... a brief reprieve from all his wanderings.
[ his expression and open body language signal that Enkidu may approach, may take their wish from his lips if that is their desire, but then, such permission was always already granted from before their proposal had ever been formed: it was always their special right and their special privilege, reserved for them from the time of the beginning of the world.
no, it goes without saying, and no, his smile says: he shall not call Enkidu a fool now, not even in the spirit of jest.
for this, after all, is correct. all is correct, and true. the King and his friend may for now merely enjoy this sojourn, may think of nothing but the bright moment of the present, with all the manifold pleasures to come, whatever they may be.
for now, together, come what may, they are, once again, home. ]