The Park (For Dazzler)
He's predictably easy to find, by design or indifference.
It's morning, so he's out in the Nexus park training. Late enough that the morning crowd have left, early enough that the lunch crowd are yet to arrive.
His belongings sit in a pile nearby as he moves through his paces, cooling down from his workout before. Bare foot and barechested, his blades flash in the sunlight as he moves.
Some might use the word dances. The wildshaping movements have the same hypnotic grace no matter the time dancer who makes them.
It's morning, so he's out in the Nexus park training. Late enough that the morning crowd have left, early enough that the lunch crowd are yet to arrive.
His belongings sit in a pile nearby as he moves through his paces, cooling down from his workout before. Bare foot and barechested, his blades flash in the sunlight as he moves.
Some might use the word dances. The wildshaping movements have the same hypnotic grace no matter the time dancer who makes them.