Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2020 22:33:41 GMT -5
If he had known such a place existed earlier, he'd have made it his first destination upon arriving in the city. The forested area of the park brought back warm memories of his time growing up in the high mountains, far away from the society that he was now experiencing. A trail of mist escaped his lips as he stood in the beautiful clearing, hands in the pockets of his black pants. It was cold, but it wasn't anything unbearable. He'd grown up in much worse conditions. Instead the chill only served to awaken his senses, making him realize that he really was in an entirely different place now. That a new chapter of his life had begun. He was a student in Haven Academy now. The first step of his goal was completed and now he only had to endure the next three years to grasp the title that he so desired.
He walked forward, his black longcoat billowing behind him as he did so. There was one more reason why he had come here, to this place so devoid of the bustling townsfolk the city was known for. It was the memorial. The one dedicated to all the people who had given their lives to ensure he even had a shot of his dream in the first place. A somber smile danced upon his lips as he read all the names. They had all fought and died as heroes. Something that was to be forever respected. He raised his right hand to his chin and rubbed it, thinking about the war of old and all the battles that had been fought both in and around this land. Battles that his beloved Grandfather had taken part in. Would he ever see battle like that? Would he ever be in a life or death situation? Would his name ever be plastered on this memorial as well?
As these questions buzzed through his mind, he saw someone out of the corner of his eye. They were garbed in what appeared to be a robe, obviously to protect against the elements. At least, that's how his mind processed it. While part of him wanted to continue enjoying the solitude and thinking about what was to come, another part of him wanted to seek out companionship. Sure he didn't know how it'd go, but he was banking on his naturally stoic facade to do most of the heavy lifting. Fake it till you make it, that was one of the mottos his Grandfather always said around the house and it was one that Faolan took to heart.
The real question was to how approach this stranger. Should he wave them over? Or should he be the one to head over to them? He knew he couldn't waste time debating for long so after about a second, he decided on the latter option. He walked over, feet gliding softly across the grass beneath him. Thanks to his rather large stride, he had managed to close the distance between them quite easily.
"Yo." He said as he walked up to the stranger, a confident, totally not faked grin, painting his face. "You enjoying the night air too?"
Never approach too strongly. That was something he learned from his Grandfather. Always open with a question, even if it was a simple one. If they responded positively, proceed. If not, retreat. Never force an interaction with someone. Else you might just get decked in the face. A sight he recalled seeing quite a few times when he was younger. His Grandfather really didn't have the best tact out there.
All he could do now was wait and hope he didn't get on their bad side.
Word Count: 618
Total Word Count: 618
He walked forward, his black longcoat billowing behind him as he did so. There was one more reason why he had come here, to this place so devoid of the bustling townsfolk the city was known for. It was the memorial. The one dedicated to all the people who had given their lives to ensure he even had a shot of his dream in the first place. A somber smile danced upon his lips as he read all the names. They had all fought and died as heroes. Something that was to be forever respected. He raised his right hand to his chin and rubbed it, thinking about the war of old and all the battles that had been fought both in and around this land. Battles that his beloved Grandfather had taken part in. Would he ever see battle like that? Would he ever be in a life or death situation? Would his name ever be plastered on this memorial as well?
As these questions buzzed through his mind, he saw someone out of the corner of his eye. They were garbed in what appeared to be a robe, obviously to protect against the elements. At least, that's how his mind processed it. While part of him wanted to continue enjoying the solitude and thinking about what was to come, another part of him wanted to seek out companionship. Sure he didn't know how it'd go, but he was banking on his naturally stoic facade to do most of the heavy lifting. Fake it till you make it, that was one of the mottos his Grandfather always said around the house and it was one that Faolan took to heart.
The real question was to how approach this stranger. Should he wave them over? Or should he be the one to head over to them? He knew he couldn't waste time debating for long so after about a second, he decided on the latter option. He walked over, feet gliding softly across the grass beneath him. Thanks to his rather large stride, he had managed to close the distance between them quite easily.
"Yo." He said as he walked up to the stranger, a confident, totally not faked grin, painting his face. "You enjoying the night air too?"
Never approach too strongly. That was something he learned from his Grandfather. Always open with a question, even if it was a simple one. If they responded positively, proceed. If not, retreat. Never force an interaction with someone. Else you might just get decked in the face. A sight he recalled seeing quite a few times when he was younger. His Grandfather really didn't have the best tact out there.
All he could do now was wait and hope he didn't get on their bad side.
Word Count: 618
Total Word Count: 618
