Date: 7th day of Fall, 510AV
Time: Midday
How petching hard can it be to find one of the few people in this city who doesn't have red hair?! Alron thought as he ducked under another pipe that was feeding water to the various plants being grown within the bowels of the city. He was here on a hunch that he would be able to find the citie's resident cat. He had only met her a few days prior, but he was, unpleased with the way he had ended their conversation to say the least. "Big cat's like forests right?" He muttered to himself, although this was unlike any forest on the outside, stalactites, stalagmites, and luminescent mushrooms creating any eerie pattern of shadows around him. He normally avoided going down here, mainly because he had no reason to be down here, all the food he needed was up in the commons. "It doesn't help that that mangy ball of feathers isn't here to help me look." He complained, Rel having refused to come along, mostly to do with the fact that she could turn into a cat and eat him at any time. There I go talking to myself again, He chided himself, used to 'external thinking' as his old teacher had refered to it. But in the aviaries he didn't need to worry about people hearing him, and it seemed to calm the birds some since he wasn't just some silent figure grabbing at them and making them do tricks for chunks of meat.
He was about to go off on a mental tangent about life in the aviaries when his foot got caught on one of the pipes that sat closer to the ground, sending him face first into the stone floor. Through sheer dumb luck he was able to catch himself, although the force of his hands suddenly impacting the rough stone wasn't the best feeling in the world. He stood back up, rubbing his hands a little before continuing on, this time paying more attention to where he was going. Petching pipes, I swear they designed this place to be a death trap...