Looking over the ruins.

[passes_out]

His steps are sure but his heart was heavy. The ruins of a cottage left him feeling a loss that he missed a very important person in his life. He sighed and stepped toward the remains of a window and looked up. He hoped that he would see a cardinal but the bird wasn't there to greet him this time. Granted that he knew where he was now and in the

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[behindfirelight]

It's an interesting notion - time not mattering. The face of the man in black, white and diamonds is bound to ring a bell despite the differences in his hair, his dress, and the lean but healthy build; he's barefoot and rumpled in a way that suggests a certain cavalier disregard for his own fine things, a comfort with the woods.

(Leila has jokingly suggested that he might run naked and covered in blood through forests for fun, and he has in all seriousness agreed that he sometimes does that.)

They're new to him, even if they speak to him the same way any other would, so he isn't entirely anticipating the ruin when he comes to it, or the man meandering there. Sol raises his hand in a mild greeting, not unfriendly but not immediately imposing - he can continue on his way if Ichabod prefers to be left to his thoughts. There's plenty to explore and Sol is only visiting Xanadu again as a break from the whirling vortex of his family surrounding his recent shake up of their world view.

[passes_out]

Slowly he turned to face the sot footsteps that met his ears to see the man and acknowledged his greeting with a small but unsteady flash of a smile. His face held a concern about him that even though this looked like his world, it probably wasn't but it was as close as he could come to seeing it again and that made him feel at ease about Xanadu. Worlds within worlds, a place where anything was possible and his new power of seeing and hearing the long departed kept him from going insane in a strange way

[behindfirelight]

Sol doesn't laugh - at all, often, it's sort of rare for him - but he smiles more around his eyes than his mouth and there's a certain sense that he might've laughed, if he were more inclined that way. "No, not really," he says, wryly off-hand about it. "Am I interrupting anything here?"

[passes_out]

He shook his head slowly. His glance moved from Sol's feet to his face with a slight twitch to his upper lip. "Not at all. I was introspecting and there was no interruption." The ruins of the fireplace behind him was left ignored. The movements of the hands that would create the symbols from the ash that had long since turned to mud burned through his memory.

The reality he faced now was not a dark one but one that he hoped would bring him into a better place yet the mystery of being surrounded by something so shifting often made him smile and he enjoyed the new twists and turns that met his gaze. Xanadu was like a puzzle to him and through the pieces he would find something worth holding on to. "Have you ever wondered where we would be in ten years time?"