4th of Summer, 513 AV, hour after Dusk
The sky was slightly clearl that night, Riverfall was quiet but with the chirps of crickets and the frequenting howls and sounds of animals from outside the City, there were furthermore frogs and frequently, fish leaping and venturing down the riverside, waterfall and bay. It was just outside the Baywatch Apartments that a masculine Akalak figure stood there, peering down into the mysterious scenery of the late Eve.
Lydan held a waterskin full of whiskey in palm, frequenting sips from it as he stared down into the azure water, his gaze thoughtful and passive amongst a rather quiet area. His thoughts were perplexed and curious, he wondered the simplest and also most complex of fears, what he would do with his life. Would he perhaps pursue further into the art of stealth and take up a career as a mercenary or assassin? Or father a few children? Travel? His eyes wiggled, such curiosities, he feared, could plague him for a time.
He adjusted and had a seat in the grass as he continued taking slow swigs from the whiskey, not wanting to loose his liquor or suffer from alcohol's least pleasant effects. It was why he rarely drank, in both personalities.
The sky was slightly clearl that night, Riverfall was quiet but with the chirps of crickets and the frequenting howls and sounds of animals from outside the City, there were furthermore frogs and frequently, fish leaping and venturing down the riverside, waterfall and bay. It was just outside the Baywatch Apartments that a masculine Akalak figure stood there, peering down into the mysterious scenery of the late Eve.
Lydan held a waterskin full of whiskey in palm, frequenting sips from it as he stared down into the azure water, his gaze thoughtful and passive amongst a rather quiet area. His thoughts were perplexed and curious, he wondered the simplest and also most complex of fears, what he would do with his life. Would he perhaps pursue further into the art of stealth and take up a career as a mercenary or assassin? Or father a few children? Travel? His eyes wiggled, such curiosities, he feared, could plague him for a time.
He adjusted and had a seat in the grass as he continued taking slow swigs from the whiskey, not wanting to loose his liquor or suffer from alcohol's least pleasant effects. It was why he rarely drank, in both personalities.