#voidofair 01

it’d be hard to forget the whirlwind of a first impression he gave equius earlier this week, and honestly if he caught him in any other scenario he’d probably just burst out laughing. this is a community event for all ages, however. lanque will be gracious just this once. he’s having way too much fun ice skating on the frozen koi lake, after all! 

he glides over in his series of coats, turning his feet to prompt a stop in front of him and offering a gentle smile as well as a gloved hand. seeing his decidedly unsteady stance, lanque just can’t help himself to offer.

Urk---!!  Watch it, you ever heard of an ablution trap, you sweaty son of a---!!!

[Given, he had walked into the indigo blood himself in a rush.  There was really no need for him to be so excessively rude.]

H-Hi...Highblood...!

[ He squeaked to himself.  Attempting to regain composure. ]

Sorry, I’ve run into a gutters here.  It’s quite unfortunate, don’t you agree?

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[Fibonacci, Cotes, Golden, and now Archimedes. The Grecian architecture of the place looms before you, and you can’t help but feel… almost shrunk by its massive grandiosity. You know you’re small in the grand scheme of things, and you’ve accepted that, but something about this place and its mighty columns has sent your thinkpan into a mode of existentialism. It’s not a crisis, for again, you’ve accepted your fragility, it’s… a wonder. A wonder of the world, a curiosity that you can’t help but just stare at for a while.]

[But as the rumbling in your gut reminds you, physicality is more important than whatever poetic meaning your thinkpan had decided to project upon the imposing architecture.]

[A smell of community and culture and food wafting down a corridor nearby, your feet draw you towards the source, stopping once again in awe at the seemingly endless line of stalls laid out towards you. You hadn’t realized until that moment how truly hungry you were, for traveling had emptied your digestion bladder down to nothing, and so you began to browse, a look of wonder crossing your tired visage.]

[Halting at a stall with aromatic notes, seemingly vegetal in focus with the roots lining the counter and the pot simmering in the back where a cook was tossing in herbs and spices like it was art, you happen to find someone of your own species. Which… wasn’t entirely surprising. You had met other trolls here before, but this one was in a different league from the others.]

[For one, he was a highblood. Not that you have anything against highbloods, but the only troll you’ve met that was higher than yourself was rather… small. Presumably less than 6 sweeps, if you had to guess, so he wasn’t anything to worry about. This one was clearly around your age, and you felt almost intimidated, unsure of what to say to someone like him.]

[Not like you spoke very much in usual situations, so it didn’t really matter, but still. You felt awkward, standing there staring at the same booth with no attempt to make conversation. So, you steeled yourself, and spoke.]

CHARUN: .. CHARUN: .. CHARUN: .. CHARUN: ..Is the food good here..

Though Galekh had been here for a while, he hadn’t really… done much. Well, he did a lot of walking around, but so far that was about it. Though he was about life experience, he wasn’t sure what to trust around these parts… So most of his time here has been spent observing.

Maybe observing a little too much, because as he was walking and looking around, he bumped right into someone, staggering back and looking to them with a surprised and apologetic expression.

“Oh- I’m sorry.”

All at once, he noticed the defining features of the stranger, tilting his head with a curious tone. Another blueblood? That was interesting…