The wanderer and his books. {open}

,,Into the night, floating on silver blue. Carry the world to a place, where dreams come true. Visions appear as dreams come up and fly, and mysteries unfold painted on the sea and sky.'' His slender pointerfinger carefully trails along each written sentence, his unoccupied hand carefully, no lovingly, caressing the sides of the sunbleached parchment. A soft breeze enters the dusty attic through the window, which was cracked open, tugging at the tips of his ashgrey hair. His charcoal eyes solemnly smouldered underneath his dark set of eyebrows. The boy, still of young age, sighed as he slowly but surely moved his upperbody back; leaning against the back of the rickety old chair. He shifted his gaze towards the window, outside, rain softly tapped the windowpane. The ashen-haired boy frownend. He was supposed to collect some copper and iron in town today as he had exhausted his stock yesterday, and he was hoping to go herb-picking at the same time but now... Well now he would have to risk his herb-medicine book soaked by rain and let's be honest.. that's too much of a risk now is it? The boy known as Caspian of the Tlal-mi family pushed himself into an upright position, stretching his neck that was sore from sitting in the same -crappy- position for too long. Time to brave the drizzle and hit the road, won't be long until sundown after all.

About half an hour later Caspian finds himself well on his way towards Aztlan, the main 'human' city within the borders of Nymmerwell. By now the rain had already drenched his coat and strands of his hair were now sticking to his forehead. Caspian is trying to plodding his way through the grassy mud, trying to avoid any puddles as he goes. The rain didn't really bother him, he liked the cold seeping into his bones, it made his skin feel slightly tingly which he enjoyed. Besides, the sound of rain softly thudding the surface of the earth made him feel extremely at ease. If it wasn't for the fact that it utterly destroys the ink in his books, he would probably say it's his favourite weathercondition yet now he was forced to settle with partially sunny. The light drizzle continued for the rest of Caspian's muddy journey through the woods and hills to the city of Aztlan, which, in another ten minutes or so, consumed him entirely.

Aztlan wasn't the biggest of cities, if you would even call it that, yet it had everything Caspian could wish for. It had food, people and, maybe most important, weird looking shops with dusty old corners, that nobody cared for, but that were just waiting to be explored. As you may have guessed, Caspian soon found himself deviated from his original 'quest' and soon found himself surrounded by all sorts of weird looking trinkets. Caspian carried a wide smile on his face as he studied the ceiling of the shop where the bodies of all the Nymmerian gods were painted. Caspian was so smitten by the exquisite detail of the painting that he forgot to look in front of him and stumbled across somebody. Caspian, being slightly inept at keeping balance, took a step back smashing a brown vase to the ground. He drew in a short breath as he was unable to catch the vase before it smashed into a million pieces, now scattered along the floor. Caspian could feel the shopowner's eyes burn on his back before closing his eyes as he heard: 'You're going to pay for that, Wanderer'. Caspian sighed and slumped his shoulders, he didn't even want to know what the vase must've cost. Only now he takes interest in the person he stumbled upon. "I'm sorry, I wasn't- uhh- really paying attention to where I was going." Caspian scratches the back of his head in an awkwardly matter, a habit of his whenever he gets nervous or awkward. "Are you ok?" he asks with a serious look on his face. Caspian really hoped he/she was fine as he really didn't want more debt to be added to his already infinite list.

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