alec has always been inquisitive.  his nomi always said he was loud when he was smaller,  and heâs always liked learning.  the stories his nomi always told him were the best ones;  she beat the storytellers every time,  and it felt good because it was his personal storyteller that he got at bed time and nobody elseâs.  in addition to this,  wherever he could climb he would climb,  long legs inherited from his father aiding him in his adventures.  his visit to polis has been no exception,  and it isnât long before he finds himself in an open courtyard with high stone walls,  trees in the centre and benches lining the sides.  the most interesting thing inside of the open space is a girl his own age that doesnât look at all like sheâs from azgeda,  but she doesnât look like sheâs from a clan heâs supposed to hate,  either.  hesitantly,  but trying to suppress his eagerness,  he approaches her.   â  heya!   chit ste yu tagon?  â  /  @flyingfeeling.