Post by tyr on Feb 15, 2010 17:50:37 GMT -5
Murchadh lay on his stomach in front of the pool. His sleeves were pushed past his elbows and his arms dangled in the water. For a moment, he was content to let his hands hang, but he knew that he should get back to training soon.
With a sigh, he put his head down, his cheek resting on his arm. It wasn't a comfortable position, but he held it and closed his eyes. He could feel the water flowing through his fingers. It was so... Intangible. He wondered what it would be like if he could pick it up...
Which was precisely the moment that he realized that he probably could. It might even be easy, as well, since he was at the salt water pool. Usually, moving salt water was hard, because salt really wasn't in the province of water. For this, however, he used the salt to his advantage. He pushed it all to one place, creating a very dense patch in the water, then pushed the other water away from it, making it separate, as if from oil. Lifting his arms, he brought it up past the edge of the pool. He held it there, but couldn't think what to do with it.
After a while, he began to feel the fatigue in his arms, so he pressed his hands together, collapsing his ball of water. The salt dispersed, back to an even level throughout the entire pool. Two hundred years isn't too long to learn that nature is really the one in control, eh? There's a natural order to these things. It ebbs, and it flows... Nature is a lot like water, and yet water is a part of nature... It all connects in so many ways... Where do I... Where do we connect? Where do we fit in?
The water began to stir, although he wasn't aware of what he was doing. But that's why we're here, isn't it? Because we don't fit... He shivered and lay his head down again.
Is it natural to want to fit? Or perhaps not to fit? To surpass, to excel? But... The human psyche is more than one thing, so it wants more than one thing. It wants both. Humans crave sameness and connection, but also want to be recognized. I am recognized, but I don't think that I want sameness. Is that the last shred of my humanity finally stripped away? Do I really wish for humanity? Do I mourn its loss?
The water beneath his fingers was being whipped to a froth and it began to splash out of the pool. A particularly large wave slopped over the edge of the pool, soaking him. Shaking away the water like a dog, Murchadh sat up and cast a look at the wet floor.
"I've really made a mess this time," he muttered. He began pushing the water back into pool. "Although, I have to say that manipulating water is handy. It's a wonder that they don't make me do all the scrubbing and mopping with this!" He chuckled softly to himself.