Action // Voice
[A solemn figure stands at the entrance of city hall, his golden eyes mild, but steadily focused on the building.
Several long moments tick by, but no particular instant seems to mark any great change in the situation, and he swirls away with a flare of his cape. He's heading for home, or what has come to be home, having taken the past week or so for himself in exploration. He had needed to be build confidence in his knowledge of the city, and he has. At least to the point where he can navigate, and realizes that there are certain things he can't figure out so simply.
He sighs, even as he marvels at the oddness of the vast structures surrounding him. Just because he can pass between the great buildings without pausing at every single corner (just every two corners or so, you see), does not mean that they are any less strange to him.
This place still doesn't strike him as especially pleasant, but it's not impossible for him to accept it, for a time. He muses aloud.]
I wonder if it's possible to really know this place?
Several long moments tick by, but no particular instant seems to mark any great change in the situation, and he swirls away with a flare of his cape. He's heading for home, or what has come to be home, having taken the past week or so for himself in exploration. He had needed to be build confidence in his knowledge of the city, and he has. At least to the point where he can navigate, and realizes that there are certain things he can't figure out so simply.
He sighs, even as he marvels at the oddness of the vast structures surrounding him. Just because he can pass between the great buildings without pausing at every single corner (just every two corners or so, you see), does not mean that they are any less strange to him.
This place still doesn't strike him as especially pleasant, but it's not impossible for him to accept it, for a time. He muses aloud.]
I wonder if it's possible to really know this place?