#thread.tennyson

Yazi had no idea what was about to happen with the full moon and all of that, and also no idea why people had this bad opinion on Destarin - it seemed like any other shabby town filled with two-footers that he'd seen on his journey with his witch. He wasn't someone who judged on town harsher than another, they were all big and loud and filled with people with clothes and stores and most ridiculous rules.

Especially the rules were ridiculous, he could go on hours and hours about the rules. It was supposed to be a rule-less town or something, but he had to do all these things that he didn't want to do.

Like not try and catch cats that were clearly on the street.

As a result he was walking around with a scratch on his cheek and a frowny face. Tears pricked in his eyes from the pain he felt. He knew his witch could probably take care of his cheek, but first he needed to feel sorry for himself. Had he been a Pandok, this would've barely hurt.

He decided to talk to the first person he could find. "Are you a healer?"

Notelaih gently swayed the candles to pick up their burning again after a wind from the sea had blown them all out at the docks. He was surprised nobody had decided to hide the flames behind glass to ensure their longevity. Though perhaps there were other creatures like him about, capable to find the smallest of hints of fire and make them grow again.

He looked satisfied as the candles returned, appeasing ancestors most likely. He looked to his side where he found another individual milling about in the darkness. "The docks do look mesmerising with all the candles about, do you not think?" he asked, smiling friendly.