The Art of Being

by Jay'a and Shiane

A series of somewhat introspective drabbles, starting with the Ronins. Everyone's got their own little quirks. (by Shiane)

2. light

The Art of Being: "Light"

Sometimes Sage wonders why he does it. Sure he loves the speed, the sense of exhilaration and the freedom of illusionary flight, the surge of adrenaline on the corners.

But other times - when the sweat from his palms gripping the steering wheel soaks his leather gloves, when the tires squeal that certain way on a particularly sharp curve, when dust from the overly dry summer somehow creeps into the driver's seat and chokes his lungs, when the tinted glass of his helmet isn't quite enough to block out the too bright sun - those times he wonders why he does it.

Then the breaks jar him after the finish line and he climbs out to remove his helmet and toss a shiny blonde head in victory. That's when he can hear the shouting and clicks of cameras. The flashes and sun and light stream into his eyes, temporally blinding him with colored blobs. And then he remembers.