First Entrance
He came in from calm. From golden and cream woods, peaceful and gentle and lulled by birdsong, glowing and beautiful. He couldn't see them, but he knew where he was, surrounded by Storytellers and counting his steps, using the babbling rhythm of rustling leaves to time his walk.
Jacob doesn't immediately notice when his surroundings change, stepping neatly through the door with his crank in hand, the brass patina dully shining in the lights of the bar, but his boots fall on something that doesn't sound like leaves. He has a minutely puzzled expression for a minute, until he walks right into a table, stumbling back a half step and falling to the floor. His fingers caress it almost lovingly, one cheek resting against it where he's fallen.
"Hello, floor. And how are we today?"
[tiny visually challenged tag: Jacob]
Jacob doesn't immediately notice when his surroundings change, stepping neatly through the door with his crank in hand, the brass patina dully shining in the lights of the bar, but his boots fall on something that doesn't sound like leaves. He has a minutely puzzled expression for a minute, until he walks right into a table, stumbling back a half step and falling to the floor. His fingers caress it almost lovingly, one cheek resting against it where he's fallen.
"Hello, floor. And how are we today?"
[tiny visually challenged tag: Jacob]