@feuertanzer
He wasnāt sure how much longer heād be able to live in this world. The strange customs that he had yet to fully understand, the Motley Folk who had taken him in a traveled constantly, leaving him little chance to find any sort of help, the hear any more than the deceptive tales they told, of thieves and powerful men.
That didnāt mean there was nothing, though; and more and more in his weeks heād heard tales of a man, one who had some bond with flame itself, who could bend it to his will somehow. They said the man had disappeared. Gone to another world, even. And come back. And Raph was certain heād seen him at one point, when heād been lurking around back in the real world, when heād been trying to piece together a confusing tale. But alas, tales of that man were seldom heard, told only on long, low nights, when candles flickered dimmer than the distant stars, those unfamiliar dots of light in a sky that, in his own world, he knew so well
He missed his sky. His home. He missed the days when people had not gawked at his camera, which was long dead now, though he kept it with him. He missed being in a place that was more real than this, a place that was not simply the workings of a book that he, by some mistake, had managed to get himself read into by a girl that he should never have even seen. She called herself Maggie. And Raph was sure this had just been some sort of accident. None the less. He was stuck.
So he thought, as he wandered along through the streets of a buzzing city. Ombra, of Lombrica. The names made him sigh internally; not something one often did at simple names. None the less, toes pinched at the end of tight leather boots, a cloak draped around him and scratched his arms, and rain threatened to pound down upon the dreadful place. His eyes were so focused on the cobblestones that he almost missed that familiar flash of strawberry blonde, one vaguely familiar, punctuated by a flash of rodent movement, low to the ground.
Raph raised his head, stepping out of the messy line, dodging a few people, and without a thought to what he might even say, grabbing the other manās shoulder to capture his attention.
