12th of Summer, 510. AV
The last rays of dying sun were now covering one of the streets of Syliras. People drifting off and disappearing somwhere amongst the shadows of tall buildings, but not him, not Elliot. He felt so lazy that he considered somwhere in his head not even an earthquake could make him want to move. His eyes were following a group of people rushing left, rushing right, just rushing in all possible directions and that made him feel somewhat content with himself as he had no need... no reason to move.
He sat down leaning his head and entire upper back onto some sort of a stone wall close to the street, it probbably belonged to a building of sorts, but he did not bother checking it out.
And so came the dark, yet he still did not bother moving as if something kept him tied in place, not just the laziness, maybe it was lack of motivation too, who knows?
Blinking a few times quickly so his eyes do not close he kept staring at the gaping dark somewhat smiling contently, still unsure of a reason for it.