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I apologize if I have butchered the location.
The temperature had been steadily dropping, and the truth was that it had been a minor reason for returning to Cour des Miracles. Somehow, surviving through a winter alone did not seem remotely like an attractive thing. Being chilled to the bone in some shaky old hut in the middle of the wood was not exactly an ideal New Years. It seemed more like an appropriate tomb, frostbite and all. However, this reason paled in Strel's need for socializing. This youth was certainly not a wall flower. Social butterfly, was it not? The chances of ever meeting new souls was more appealing than being assured a meal, however meager, for every day of his life. Besides, how was he supposed to enjoy life to its fullest while huddling near a small fire against some cold wall?
Though he was supposed to be enjoying his time getting back into the groove of things at Cour, Strel had left the territory again, albeit significantly briefly this time. At least he hoped this would be the case. The mission for his outing was simple; he needed to find an appropriate gift for Jacquez. The redhead had deemed it appropriate to get the King an apologetic present to show the gratefulness of being allowed to return. Naturally, Strel decided alcohol had to be the only proper thing to give the monarch. What else was he honestly going to give that man? A box of chocolates and flowers? Certainly one day to someone, but not to him. What an absurd idea. It had to be booze.
Blinking away some afternoon light, Strelein figured it was high time to actually search well. For the past two hours he had only wandered around, simply taking in the sites of it all. He had been careful to follow the water lest he get lost in the maze of the city. Now, surrounding on one side by an inlet and block buildings on the other, it was probably the best time to 'hop to it'.
It seemed Strelein was struggling to let himself into these complexes for he simple eyed the buildings. He told himself he would go in if something caught his attention or if he could see any alcohol lying around. Wandering further, past some docks, the redhead glimpsed some bigger letters adorning the side of a seemingly average place. Striding down the deserted street, he paused at the edge of the cement parking lot, staring at the sign. It seemed different and maybe they would have booze lying around. Times like this made Strel wish he could understand the written human language better. All he could do was read sheet music. A book with the notes on a piano labeled taught him how to read that, and there had been no need for words when the pictures explained it all. At first he had been agog over it, but after he found that learning sheet music did not mean the world of the humans would open up to him. True, he had been significantly disappointed. In the end he realized his happiness did not depend on the left over scribbles of an almost extinct race.
500+
I apologize if I have butchered the location.
The temperature had been steadily dropping, and the truth was that it had been a minor reason for returning to Cour des Miracles. Somehow, surviving through a winter alone did not seem remotely like an attractive thing. Being chilled to the bone in some shaky old hut in the middle of the wood was not exactly an ideal New Years. It seemed more like an appropriate tomb, frostbite and all. However, this reason paled in Strel's need for socializing. This youth was certainly not a wall flower. Social butterfly, was it not? The chances of ever meeting new souls was more appealing than being assured a meal, however meager, for every day of his life. Besides, how was he supposed to enjoy life to its fullest while huddling near a small fire against some cold wall?
Though he was supposed to be enjoying his time getting back into the groove of things at Cour, Strel had left the territory again, albeit significantly briefly this time. At least he hoped this would be the case. The mission for his outing was simple; he needed to find an appropriate gift for Jacquez. The redhead had deemed it appropriate to get the King an apologetic present to show the gratefulness of being allowed to return. Naturally, Strel decided alcohol had to be the only proper thing to give the monarch. What else was he honestly going to give that man? A box of chocolates and flowers? Certainly one day to someone, but not to him. What an absurd idea. It had to be booze.
Blinking away some afternoon light, Strelein figured it was high time to actually search well. For the past two hours he had only wandered around, simply taking in the sites of it all. He had been careful to follow the water lest he get lost in the maze of the city. Now, surrounding on one side by an inlet and block buildings on the other, it was probably the best time to 'hop to it'.
It seemed Strelein was struggling to let himself into these complexes for he simple eyed the buildings. He told himself he would go in if something caught his attention or if he could see any alcohol lying around. Wandering further, past some docks, the redhead glimpsed some bigger letters adorning the side of a seemingly average place. Striding down the deserted street, he paused at the edge of the cement parking lot, staring at the sign. It seemed different and maybe they would have booze lying around. Times like this made Strel wish he could understand the written human language better. All he could do was read sheet music. A book with the notes on a piano labeled taught him how to read that, and there had been no need for words when the pictures explained it all. At first he had been agog over it, but after he found that learning sheet music did not mean the world of the humans would open up to him. True, he had been significantly disappointed. In the end he realized his happiness did not depend on the left over scribbles of an almost extinct race.