#daxned

It wasn’t that he didn’t love the bustling sound of city life—on the contrary, he was starting to realize he preferred the more lively parts of Spirale. It sounded like home, and there was always someone’s business to stick his cape in, even when he knew he shouldn’t.

But for once, he sought out silence. He’d been avoiding it since his arrival, his thoughts were anxiety-inducing to indulge, but he knew keeping them at bay would have disastrous results if he let it. 

So, he sought the forest. He landed softly at the tree line and walked in, his boots softly falling over the leaves and grass, his cape occasionally snagging on twigs. 

He came to a clearing, the sun coming in through the trees in an inviting pool. Clark sat cross-legged on the grass for a long moment, letting the sunlight fall on his body and fill his cells. 

He laid back in the grass, his cape spilled out behind him as he let his mind wander, meditating over his current whereabouts, over his lack of home and direction.

An innocent question, but Richeh isn't sure the other girl would take it well. Oh, well, if she did, it's not her fault.

The streets of Edo could get crowded but on this island it seemed those crowds seemed even larger and louder. This paired with the sounds of the machinery and vehicles could get overwhelming for him, leaving him worn out.

As much as Masa felt challenging himself to growing accustomed of such was important, he also knew he has limits. Knowing of this was part of it as well - of that he was aware - but it wasn't to say he didn't feel the weight of it. The situation required much of anyone but even so it felt enormous over his shoulders.

Homesickness too. It was part of it. In a way it was less exhausting and yet it tug his heartstrings rather painfully, even brought tears to his eyes at times.

The cherry blossoms here in this area reminded him of home - even if for just one part of the year. The trees at home in the domain or the one's by the city of Edo. It's not heal for the condition but it brings him solace.

Many other things can of course bring things from his home to mind - such as the white hair that crosses the corner of his eye on his stroll. It has him stop and turn his head in a fast paste and rush towards that--

" Oh!!! Yai-- "

No. It is not. It takes no further than one step for him to notice. This one's a child. The only common trait is the hair.

Needless to say Eiden was pretty surprised to receive a text message from Dam-bi. Out of all people who might have asked to meet Veoc she hadn't really made it to the list.

It's not a bad thing but this feels so formal...

Eiden sighs a little then glances at Veoc, standing there with a whole flower bush in his arms. He can't help but crack a little smile and reach to pinch his cheek a little.

" You really didn't have to do that. "

It's sweet of him though.

" Good that you're on your best behaviour though - she's pretty strict. Because here I go~~ "

Their attire is much more dance appropriate as well-- black leggings instead of jeans and a t-shirt rather than a sweater. They carry a tote with a water bottle and the ballet shoes as well, in case they're easier on the waxed floors than sneakers.

Frisk looks around for the sign, which thankfully is in big bold letters. They assume the person-looking smudge next to it is Dam-bi, and are relieved to know they're correct once they get closer. They really should get contacts or something.

"Hi Dam-bi!" Frisk waves, grinning and jogging over to her side. "Thank you for meeting up! It's good to see you again."

Now she looks practically harmless, sitting in a park bench in the shade beneath a tree. Maybe a little too close even, because there's a piece of twig stuck in her hair.

"Hey, you—" Nezha starts, then stops again. It's not like he talked to strangers on a regular day.

"...never mind, have a good one."

"hey, kid. had your fill of the loud crowd, too?" he isn't ready to call it quits himself -- not yet -- he just needed a quieter part of the garden to munch on these dainty lil' snacks. without all the annoying small talk getting in the way.

kids are fine, though; they're easier to manage than his pushier adult peers.

libraries really are the best-- they offer all the benefits of social interaction without the overwhelming city buzz! plus, silver likes to think they get along with bookish people fairly well... speaking from minimal experience.

"hey! hope you don't mind if i sit here," fresh novel in hand, they settle next to another patron around their age-- a girl. or, in other words, a potential new friend!