The Fool is not, in general, an early riser. He enjoys the luxury of an indulgent lie-in perhaps a bit too much, now that he has the opportunity to enjoy it without fearing for his life or for the course of history that might be upset by indulging his whims. But this is hardly his first time visiting the turtle's head in the twilight of predawn.
For a time he stands still in the tall grass and watches Devin where he sits by the water's edge, but doesn't approach. Devin will know that he's here, of course--not by his scent, for he doesn't have one, but from the sound of his heartbeat, which will always be beyond his power to conceal. He doesn't hesitate in approaching out of fear or reluctance... though possibly to postpone the inevitability of change that has surrounded this encounter since Devin first proposed it. It begs the question of whether the Fool is drawn to change, or if his presence is enough to create it wherever he goes? That's more philosophical than he has the heart for, this morning.
(Though he has heart enough for plenty of other things.)
He doesn't announce himself when he at last descends the gently sloping hill to join Devin on the flat slab of stone, folding himself neatly into a sitting position at his friend's side. He doesn't say anything at first, instead looking towards the gentle softening of the horizon where the sun will rise, eventually.
Then, "This is such a beautiful place." Maybe a trite comment coming from anyone other than the Fool, who rather reverently traces his gloved fingertips across the smooth stone.
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For a time he stands still in the tall grass and watches Devin where he sits by the water's edge, but doesn't approach. Devin will know that he's here, of course--not by his scent, for he doesn't have one, but from the sound of his heartbeat, which will always be beyond his power to conceal. He doesn't hesitate in approaching out of fear or reluctance... though possibly to postpone the inevitability of change that has surrounded this encounter since Devin first proposed it. It begs the question of whether the Fool is drawn to change, or if his presence is enough to create it wherever he goes? That's more philosophical than he has the heart for, this morning.
(Though he has heart enough for plenty of other things.)
He doesn't announce himself when he at last descends the gently sloping hill to join Devin on the flat slab of stone, folding himself neatly into a sitting position at his friend's side. He doesn't say anything at first, instead looking towards the gentle softening of the horizon where the sun will rise, eventually.
Then, "This is such a beautiful place." Maybe a trite comment coming from anyone other than the Fool, who rather reverently traces his gloved fingertips across the smooth stone.