001 ✿ Aon
A. (At 311 Miller Street)
When Connla woke up, it was not with a giant hole in his chest, as he had expected. In fact, much to his surprise, there wasn't a mark on him-- not even the little scars from cuts and scrapes he'd gotten during his training with his mother and his aunt. It was as though he had never been through any of it; as though it had never happened.
He got out of bed and looked at the strange clothing that he was wearing and the weird room that he was in; it was nothing like anything he'd seen before.
While the technology of the 1950s might look vintage to some, it was far beyond anything that an ancient Scot from before the time of Christ had ever encountered. Electricity, indoor plumbing, almost every luxury and convenience of the (relatively) modern world was new and interesting. And Connla was a boy with infinite curiosity.
This probably wouldn't end well.
The young boy wandered downstairs, still looking around in amazement at all the unfamiliar things.
B.
Connla wasn't the kind of boy to stay inside for very long, especially not when there was a new place to explore.
He wanted to see everything-- or, at least, everything that he could in one day. So there might just be a blond haired, red eyed kid running through your back yard or knocking on your door because he wants to know what's going on. Or, if he hasn't found anything that interests him yet, just wandering down the street.
He is also barefoot.
Why?
He just doesn't like shoes.
When Connla woke up, it was not with a giant hole in his chest, as he had expected. In fact, much to his surprise, there wasn't a mark on him-- not even the little scars from cuts and scrapes he'd gotten during his training with his mother and his aunt. It was as though he had never been through any of it; as though it had never happened.
He got out of bed and looked at the strange clothing that he was wearing and the weird room that he was in; it was nothing like anything he'd seen before.
While the technology of the 1950s might look vintage to some, it was far beyond anything that an ancient Scot from before the time of Christ had ever encountered. Electricity, indoor plumbing, almost every luxury and convenience of the (relatively) modern world was new and interesting. And Connla was a boy with infinite curiosity.
This probably wouldn't end well.
The young boy wandered downstairs, still looking around in amazement at all the unfamiliar things.
B.
Connla wasn't the kind of boy to stay inside for very long, especially not when there was a new place to explore.
He wanted to see everything-- or, at least, everything that he could in one day. So there might just be a blond haired, red eyed kid running through your back yard or knocking on your door because he wants to know what's going on. Or, if he hasn't found anything that interests him yet, just wandering down the street.
He is also barefoot.
Why?
He just doesn't like shoes.