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48th of Summer, 509.
He'd been warned early about what he could expect in Sunberth. His father had spoke of the place with regret; regret that he'd ever set foot inside. That was enough to set his nerves in place, before even beginning the journey. Now there was no turning back from it. He wasn't going to waste his time making enemies and hiding in corners until this journey was over, after all. He was going to make the most of it, and learn everything he could. Good or bad, I grow. Even the words spoken inside his own head sounded hollow. No matter what happens, I take strength in it. I adapt. When the time comes, I will be prepared. If that was true, all he'd learn to adapt to was to living in a shyke-pile of a dirty hovel.
The entire city had the same vibe to it, although in what was to be his new 'home', the filth seemed to drip from the walls, with occasional dribbles of what he could only describe as actual filth doing just that. He couldn't call it pure filth (because how could one call filth pure?) but it definitely came closer to it than anything he'd seen in Syliras. Will Nyka and Ravok be the same? Sahova? A shudder went through his entire body at the thought, but in his moment of distraction, an unseen foot appeared out of nowhere and slammed straight into the ground mere inches from where the squirrel was walking. He recoiled in horror and bumbled straight into another passing leg. The owner wasn't pleased, and a solid kick sent the squirrel tumbling several times over the dirty cobblestone and mercifully out of harm's way.
Alright.. maybe it is a little more like Syliras than I thought. The Sunset Quarter was dirty and fetid, and it's people matched it perfectly. Narrow streets that seemed to only be there because the dirty shacks were arranged in a certain way pushed people together into close quarters, making it quite unsafe for a small Pycon. At least there's a respite. As long as he kept to the smaller, tighter little spaces between the shacks, he'd be fine, hopefully. Goodness knew that there weren't many spaces around in the Quarters that a human could pass through anyway.
