Semi-charmed Life

It felt like thesep ast hours the wall had been slowly closing in on him. Trystane felt trapped. Sitting behind his desk, studying his notes while in the meantime also trying to recreate one of the poisons he had created way too long ago. His memory was failing him as he couldn't grasp what the last ingredient was he had used for this potion. And his notes weren't helping either. Though he always liked to be organised, this particular recipy seemed to have been scribbled down hastely, as if there had been no time to lose. With a sigh, Trys put his pen down and leaned back in his chair. He wanted to get out of there, this room wasn't doing him any good. What was holding him back? He was the goddamn ruler of this place, so he could act like it. With that thought in the back of his head, he got up from his chair and walked out.

Fresh air. Oh, how it seemed ages ago that he had smelled it. For a short moment Trys closed his eyes, enjoying the soft breeze that appeared to welcome the spring weather. He wouldn't mind, he was long done with the cold. The more sun, the happier he would be. Trys kept his walk at a normal, almost slow pace, his eyes scanning the road and its surroundings. He felt disconnected, as if he had never been to this place before, all the while it was just a walk away from the keep.
With a smile plastered on his face, Trys followed the road, nodding here and there to the people passing by. At some point during his walk, he passed a stand full of fruits and vegetables. Nobody seemed to be around and withour really thinking, Trys picked up an orange from a basket and walked away. There could be no impending doom for the seller just because Trys had decided he wanted to eat an orange?

Bad karma seemed to be around though. While Trys started to peel the orange he passed a corner, without looking he continued walking and before he knew, bam. He walked right into someone. The orange fell from his hands and onto the stones beneath his feet. Trystane himself stumbled backwards a bit, regained his balance and looked at the sad little orange on the ground. Just as he had been about to eat it. ''Poor orange.'' He muttered, almost sounding sad, before looking up. Maybe it was best to focus on the person he walked into. ''It appears that I didn't have my priorities straight. Apologies.'' He stated while fixing his clothes and making sure that nothing had fallen out of his pockets. ''Are you alright?''

The young man didn't seem as bothered with this sudden collision as him. Maybe he was just overreacting, or maybe he was too polite. Should he have scolded the other? Told him to watch the road better? Maybe that wasn't the best idea. Besides, he chose who to be now in this conversation, he couldn't just simply change with the flick of his fingers. That didn't seem appropriate.

Trystane raised an eyebrow, a bit confused with the way the young man was acting. Was he sure he was okay? Was Trys sure he was okay? ''You said 'physically yes', does that mean that mentally it's not?'' He dared to ask, brushing a bit of dirt off of his coat, eyeing the man in front of him. Though the question still lingered, Trys shook the mans hand, who introduced himself as Ray Enderson. ''Trystane.'' He left his last name out, not sure if this Ray knew who he was. But today, Trys just wanted to take it easy and not get the courtesy he got at the keep. He just wanted to chill. That couldn't be too much to ask for right?