MORNING RISES SWIFTLY boots covered in mud carry him swiftly through the streets of a town he does not know well , a swift flick of his wrist dims the flames that flicker from fingertips / casting shadows against the walls of houses in which the inhabitants still slumber . dawn in its full glory , the soft trickle of golden sunshine slipping from over the green hills . his italian is rusty at its best , eyes dart across letters , mind unable to grasp the meaning that resides inside them . ❝ what does a man have to do around here to find a place to sleep the day away ? ❞
he hopes that the other understands english , and if not , none was lost . after all , he was sure that he would be able to figure it out by himself just fine . the author does not resemble himself at all in this moment hair caught up in a messy bun , mud caught up in his clothes , something that resembled blood on his cheek . all he needed was a bath , and quickly at that . ❝ this truly is a beautiful country , but i could have done without that fire dwelling salamander infestation . ❞
@helear / pre cos starter call .
