[ beware of instant muse burst -- somewhat inspired by
this. ]
Again and again the scenario that worried him went on and on in his head. That was the only question he had: what if he had never fallen from the sky, landed on that street, sprained his arm and met Mani? He knew he should have left it behind long ago, since it had in fact happened and had changed him over the years, from getting closer to Seven once more to having his own animal companion, but it was stuck in his head. So many
what ifs were playing about in his head. A million questions and so few answers. A thousand words and none could ever explain what went in his heart and his mind. He couldn't seem to snap back into reality when he mused about that. It kept coming and going, the desire to know and the will to find out, sometimes he woke up feeling the need to fly to the answers while at other times he woke feeling flat as a flower petal. He just didn't know what to say, what to do. And the feelings he had deep down didn't help either when they turned into something he felt like he couldn't define. Stupid as he was, he kept thinking of whether the change he had endured was good. He knew nature never stopped changing, it came from the harsh winter to the rains of May, the fall of September and the sun of July... so many times the world changed, and although Castor knew he would have to change along with it, was it really good for him that he had changed so drastically? He'd turned from a mute to a wolf of few yet meaningful words on the outside, and from a defeated soul to a hopeful wanderer on the inside. Was this all for the better?