Crowded streets are cleared away
WHO: Gwendal von Voltaire and Conrad Weller
WHAT: BROMANCE Conrad needs help finding clothes and toys, Gwendal volunteered to help.
WHERE: Marketplace.
WHEN: The day of this journal.
Gwendal left the house almost immediately after confirming with his brother that he would be meeting him at the Marketplace. Well, he tried to start another sentence but decided to leave it for now, crossing it out before shutting the journal, and wait until he met Conrart to figure out what he meant.
He liked to think he knew Conrart well enough, but sometimes the man was just too damned vague. Gwendal sighed and slipped his journal in his coat pocket, making his way through the town square. Conrart actually never mentioned where in the market place. Should he open the journal back up and ask? Or would his brother even be looking? No, he supposed he may as well wait in the center.
Gwendal seated himself at the edge of the fountain, letting the cool breeze flutter his hair as he waited.
WHAT: BROMANCE Conrad needs help finding clothes and toys, Gwendal volunteered to help.
WHERE: Marketplace.
WHEN: The day of this journal.
Gwendal left the house almost immediately after confirming with his brother that he would be meeting him at the Marketplace. Well, he tried to start another sentence but decided to leave it for now, crossing it out before shutting the journal, and wait until he met Conrart to figure out what he meant.
He liked to think he knew Conrart well enough, but sometimes the man was just too damned vague. Gwendal sighed and slipped his journal in his coat pocket, making his way through the town square. Conrart actually never mentioned where in the market place. Should he open the journal back up and ask? Or would his brother even be looking? No, he supposed he may as well wait in the center.
Gwendal seated himself at the edge of the fountain, letting the cool breeze flutter his hair as he waited.