[open] Tumbling through the trees
Characters: Aileru and anyone.
Content: It’s like an intro log only with official-ness.
Setting: Amestris.
Time: Shortly after the resolution of that ghost business.
Warnings: None.
Of all the things Aileru hated parting with, money was at the top of the list. Well, maybe not the top. But it was somewhere really, really close to it.
The point was, he avoided spending wherever possible. And even some places where it probably shouldn’t have been possible. It’s debatable which category ‘places to stay’ fell under, but the magician refrained from investing there nonetheless. Whether it was depending on cheap rooms, the kindness of others, or in some cases, breaking and entering.
Only two of those had been employed so far during his stay in Balisier. However, he’d been considering forgoeing rooms entirely and staying a night out under the stars. The piles of flowers everywhere struck him as awfully comfortable. He wouldn’t dare try this in the town though, where who-knows-what might happen. It was for that reason that he found himself perusing some of the many airships docked in the local port.
If they weren’t carrying him somewhere, what was there to pay for, right?
The plan had been to stay the night, return to town the next morning, and plan his next trip now that the holidays were over. So it was understandably problematic to wake up in a tucked away corner of the deck to streams of wind and the sight of adjacent passing clouds.
Content: It’s like an intro log only with official-ness.
Setting: Amestris.
Time: Shortly after the resolution of that ghost business.
Warnings: None.
Of all the things Aileru hated parting with, money was at the top of the list. Well, maybe not the top. But it was somewhere really, really close to it.
The point was, he avoided spending wherever possible. And even some places where it probably shouldn’t have been possible. It’s debatable which category ‘places to stay’ fell under, but the magician refrained from investing there nonetheless. Whether it was depending on cheap rooms, the kindness of others, or in some cases, breaking and entering.
Only two of those had been employed so far during his stay in Balisier. However, he’d been considering forgoeing rooms entirely and staying a night out under the stars. The piles of flowers everywhere struck him as awfully comfortable. He wouldn’t dare try this in the town though, where who-knows-what might happen. It was for that reason that he found himself perusing some of the many airships docked in the local port.
If they weren’t carrying him somewhere, what was there to pay for, right?
The plan had been to stay the night, return to town the next morning, and plan his next trip now that the holidays were over. So it was understandably problematic to wake up in a tucked away corner of the deck to streams of wind and the sight of adjacent passing clouds.