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[Each day that passes feels like a loss. Alf's mood has been plummeting ever since the series of events which have left him with a growing regret. It's largely his own doing, he's realized, but it's difficult to shake off the feelings. And with the added news of an acquaintance's friend's death, he knows he should at least seek . . . a distraction, whatever to relieve his mind of the self-induced stress. Something he can do alone.
He decides to make up rather than stay cooped up inside. The weather's perfect. Water cleanses; water heals, washes away the hurt. And he really should reconnect with it. (Plus, he would be able to follow up on his promise with Giles while he's out. Even if it's premature.)
Which is why he leaves, into the heavy rainfall without anything to shield himself. It's only water. He heads straight for the fountain in the plaza and spends a good minute there before he changes his mind and wanders into the forest. A lake, he needs a lake. As soaked as he is, the trees keep the rain off of him somewhat, although he isn't bothered. When he finally comes across a lake, he crouches at its edge and stretches his palm right over the surface of the water; close, but not touching. Then he closes his eyes and calls out in his mind for the spirit.
Catch him at the fountain, the lake, or anywhere in-between. He'll stop if spoken to.]
He decides to make up rather than stay cooped up inside. The weather's perfect. Water cleanses; water heals, washes away the hurt. And he really should reconnect with it. (Plus, he would be able to follow up on his promise with Giles while he's out. Even if it's premature.)
Which is why he leaves, into the heavy rainfall without anything to shield himself. It's only water. He heads straight for the fountain in the plaza and spends a good minute there before he changes his mind and wanders into the forest. A lake, he needs a lake. As soaked as he is, the trees keep the rain off of him somewhat, although he isn't bothered. When he finally comes across a lake, he crouches at its edge and stretches his palm right over the surface of the water; close, but not touching. Then he closes his eyes and calls out in his mind for the spirit.
Catch him at the fountain, the lake, or anywhere in-between. He'll stop if spoken to.]