A storyteller and musician... Historian and poet... The idea of a life like that was almost romantic. It brings him back to when he was a kid, stories from his father, a retired adventurer. Years of childlike wonder at the world around him, a longing for adventure.
His desire for adventure had not been ruined by his own first foray into it himself, only changed, morphed, like he himself had. Now his desires tended to linger somewhere around violence and other means of getting his energy out.
He still wished he could move so freely, on quieter nights, when he missed the warmth of his childhood home, somewhere permanent to return to. Childe had told the Traveler once, that if he ever did leave the Fatui.... he'd like to join them on their adventures.
"That sounds really nice, actually."
He means it. It sounded like a good life, to him.
"My dad was an adventurer. He did odd jobs for a living. Explored the world. He always did have some kind of story to tell."
no subject
His desire for adventure had not been ruined by his own first foray into it himself, only changed, morphed, like he himself had. Now his desires tended to linger somewhere around violence and other means of getting his energy out.
He still wished he could move so freely, on quieter nights, when he missed the warmth of his childhood home, somewhere permanent to return to. Childe had told the Traveler once, that if he ever did leave the Fatui.... he'd like to join them on their adventures.
"That sounds really nice, actually."
He means it. It sounded like a good life, to him.
"My dad was an adventurer. He did odd jobs for a living. Explored the world. He always did have some kind of story to tell."