#connor 01.

The taste of the air itself is strange on Ignis’ tongue. This was a large city, certainly, but as different from Innsomnia as night was from day. Ignis was in an unfamiliar place, which was a problem in and of itself, but moreover, Ignis was alone, which was an entirely different problem indeed. He never tried to act the part of the bumbling blind man, but with every step, his cane knocked against unfamiliar obstacles, reverberating with unfamiliar sounds. 

He more or less managed to avoid running into people, hearing them moving toward or away from him and therefore able to avoid them, but such luck could not seem to last. His cane tapped the foot of a stranger and Ignis gave a moment’s pause. 

“Pardon me,” he said, perhaps a little awkwardly. He so hated asking others for anything, but fumbling around had thus far gotten him nowhere. “But I’ve walked right past the grocery store, haven’t I?”