The wandering peddler ((Open RP, Kusuriyuri, halls))
With the winter keeping him inside, Kusuriyuri was beginning to feel restless. The vaster majority of his life had been spent wandering. With the grounds, he didn't notice too much during the spring or summer or fall, but now he was beginning to realize he'd been in one place for longer than he could remember being there.
He walked the halls, looking at the paintings, watching and occasionally speaking with the people within. He didn't particularly want to leave. He was happy here, happier than he could remember being. But, the walls seemed heavy today.
Perhaps he should suggest a trip. But, the world had changed so much since the last time he'd known it, he wasn't sure where to suggest. It was disconcerting to see cars traveling so fast, to see so many people in one location.
So, restless, unsure what to do, he wanders the halls.
He walked the halls, looking at the paintings, watching and occasionally speaking with the people within. He didn't particularly want to leave. He was happy here, happier than he could remember being. But, the walls seemed heavy today.
Perhaps he should suggest a trip. But, the world had changed so much since the last time he'd known it, he wasn't sure where to suggest. It was disconcerting to see cars traveling so fast, to see so many people in one location.
So, restless, unsure what to do, he wanders the halls.