Jan 30, 2008 19:56
It has only been a few weeks, but it feels a lot longer.
Neric has steeled himself against the gravity this time, so he barely falters at all as he steps in--though it's still not a pleasant feeling, not just heavier and slower, but more pressure on his heart. It always takes him a while to get used to that.
He is dressed in the warm woolen clothing he had gotten from the bar on his last visit, and carrying a backpack; he does not look back at all, but heads for the bar with quiet determination.
Some tea, first. That's as far as his plans go. He would not mind company.
neric