To see the world in a grain of sand

[dat_guardian]

Characters: The Guardian and YOU.
Location: Up the mountain trail, some distance away from the ogre caves.
Time: Noon, on the Twelth of September.
Brief Summary: The Guardian has something in mind, and anyone who wanders along the mountain path will be able to see him.
Rating: PG. Will edit if it's called for.

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[dat_guardian]

If he flinched at all, it was imperceptible. In fact, for a while he continued to crouch in silence, hand still touching the ground and eyes gazing far off.

After several long moments, he came back to himself, and withdrew his hand.

Yes. I apologize for my absence.

He didn't say any more on the subject than that, but instead got to his feet, gathering his chains around him. The wind continued to whip at his cloak and hair, but at least now his chains were silenced.

How have you been, Viola?

[dat_guardian]

Good. I'm pleased to hear it.

His voice did sound quite pleased, insofar as a voice that did not work on the basis of sound could sound pleased. His lips quirked upwards in a small smile.

He knelt down and held his hand out to Arco.

I am well.