Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2019 23:34:51 GMT
(January 8th, Noon. Closed to Merida)
The sort of boom the voices carried within the arching building had seemed faded, familiar since his frequenting of the establishment. He was capable of focusing in on his activities and zone out the boisterous roars the other patrons quite often had. Lately, he had recognized many sorts who entered and left the building and as his pale minty eyes fluttered towards the wing etched just beside his hand, truly the building had secrets. However, he too had his fair share of his chosen burdens, burdens he preferred not to voice. To be quite honest, despite hovering around for a bit he had purposely avoided direct involvement with anyone and the only people who knew his fake alias was Merida, Rebecca, and the person who booked his room. The lie still gnawed at him but Sitron was here to tell him he was wrong.
In fact, he allowed his horse to free roam as much as he desired after moving his stuff to his room to free the horse of the previous weight. It felt natural and at times Hans would stare at his fine garments, the clothes he wore just before being hauled onto the boat.
In the farthest corner of the inn, he sat at a smaller table, it was far quieter than the rest and he was able to hear his thoughts, mostly. Lifting the tankard, he took a leisure sip of the provided beverage, some sort of juice it seemed. His meal was actually quite tasty and he dined on it with the manners befitting a prince, possibly suspicious if watched but he wasn’t quite thinking at this point. A cloth tucked along his throat and he wielded his form like that of royalty. Poised, charming, but he was no longer a man of royalty.
Setting aside his meal, he yanked his cloth from his neck and dabbed delicate at his lips. Aside from the rather neutral expression, he probably seemed fine but when he was left to himself he often dwelled. Sighing, the soft sound escaping into the air as he withdrew his drink for another sip of the mystery fruity fluid and he savored the flavor within his mouth for a moment.
The sort of boom the voices carried within the arching building had seemed faded, familiar since his frequenting of the establishment. He was capable of focusing in on his activities and zone out the boisterous roars the other patrons quite often had. Lately, he had recognized many sorts who entered and left the building and as his pale minty eyes fluttered towards the wing etched just beside his hand, truly the building had secrets. However, he too had his fair share of his chosen burdens, burdens he preferred not to voice. To be quite honest, despite hovering around for a bit he had purposely avoided direct involvement with anyone and the only people who knew his fake alias was Merida, Rebecca, and the person who booked his room. The lie still gnawed at him but Sitron was here to tell him he was wrong.
In fact, he allowed his horse to free roam as much as he desired after moving his stuff to his room to free the horse of the previous weight. It felt natural and at times Hans would stare at his fine garments, the clothes he wore just before being hauled onto the boat.
In the farthest corner of the inn, he sat at a smaller table, it was far quieter than the rest and he was able to hear his thoughts, mostly. Lifting the tankard, he took a leisure sip of the provided beverage, some sort of juice it seemed. His meal was actually quite tasty and he dined on it with the manners befitting a prince, possibly suspicious if watched but he wasn’t quite thinking at this point. A cloth tucked along his throat and he wielded his form like that of royalty. Poised, charming, but he was no longer a man of royalty.
Setting aside his meal, he yanked his cloth from his neck and dabbed delicate at his lips. Aside from the rather neutral expression, he probably seemed fine but when he was left to himself he often dwelled. Sighing, the soft sound escaping into the air as he withdrew his drink for another sip of the mystery fruity fluid and he savored the flavor within his mouth for a moment.