Martha [Rhys/..?]
March 8, 2010 - 7:12pm — Alecsander
It seemed that the boy's attraction to the ruins had not waned even in his madness. Rhys watched silently as the figure clawed it's way around the ruins trying to dislodge any untouched stone he could move. It was so very queer and he could not find the motive behind it. The place was already a shell of it's former self. Then again, so was he.
"You use to love this place you know. Is that why you destroy it?"
The trembling figure snapped his head to stare back at the deer and audibly growled.
"It already is destroyed! I am just helping!"
Rhys turned away and sat down. His efforts were futile. What remained of the structure remained for a reason and he could not shake the foundation with a small tantrum. This place brought back memories for them. Memories of the first day that they had traveled there.
He had rode on the back of Rhys and guided him towards the ruins with gentile deliberation. Past the pagan statues. Past the lowly archways. Ignoring the spring columns until they rested to the side of that pedestal upon which so many deer stood proudly. They considered it some sort of throne. Rhys felt apprehensive as they approached. Would he too have to be one of those unnecessarily proud beasts perched upon that framed block as if he deserved such a high stature?
"No not there. There."
Rhys' eyes followed the extended digit to where the base of a column remained. He settled down behind the structure and stared at it in confusion.
"I am not seeing what you are getting at. Enlighten me?"
He chuckled softly and took hold of Rhys' antlers to force him to examine it closer.
"Do you know what a broken column symbolizes?
Life cut down in it's prime.
Sudden tragedy. "
"And why are you showing me this now?"
"In case you ever lose sight of me. "
Rhys turned his gaze towards the broken column and laid his head down. He had about the same hope of restoring him as he did that column.
Ah, symbolism, my favorite
Nice.