found and fast friends [Walter]
The world Todd chose is like something out of a steampunk novel; maybe it even is. Trolleys lurch at alarming speeds through the streets, and tall smokestacks belch black clouds into the sky as people in oily greatcoats and dark caps hurry down the narrow, twisting lanes. The sun is invisible, or maybe just not there, and streetlamps sputter irritably on corners. Many of them in this neighbourhood are broken, and the darkness at least hides the clutter and makes the huddles of people on the corners seem perhaps more friendly.
Todd fits in better here, as most people have a pinched, worn look to them, and if anyone notices that none of his clothes seem to be from around here they keep their mouths shut. It's that kind of neighourhood.
"Think it's that way," he mutters, peering down a sidestreet.
Todd fits in better here, as most people have a pinched, worn look to them, and if anyone notices that none of his clothes seem to be from around here they keep their mouths shut. It's that kind of neighourhood.
"Think it's that way," he mutters, peering down a sidestreet.