9th of Fall, 516 AV
Phobius liked to sleep, but, for whatever reason, could never do it for more than a few bells at a time. As a result, he often found himself waking up at dawn, right before the sun had even risen. It was as much of a blessing as it was a curse, but he preferred to think of it as the former instead of the latter, liking that he was able to get out and about much earlier than most Alvads. This morning he had woken up and gotten dressed, then hesitated before deciding to look around for a scrap of paper and something to write with. Once he had found the two items, he'd written a little note and left it at the foot of his roommate's bed, then tiptoed out the door before he could disturb him. It was short and simple, but he doubted that Dex would be able to read his handwriting—more often than not, even he had trouble reading it—so he could only hope that the man wouldn't be too worried about him being gone.
After that, Phobius had wandered around for a while. He hadn't known where he was going when he'd left his and Dex's house, but he was sure that he would find something to do before long. There was never a dull moment in Alvadas, and he felt as though he could always count on the city and Ionu to make his day much more interesting... unless, of course, the God of Illusions was still tucked away in his own bed.
There weren't many other people around, so the boy set his mind adrift as he walked up and down the city's empty streets. He and Dex had gone furniture shopping a few days after they'd started living together, and he had everything that he needed... but there were still things that he could get, weren't there? Not-so-important-but-useful things, like plates and bowls and spoons and forks... and maybe some stuff that would make the house smell nice. Right now, it smelled like dust and old clothes, and though Dex didn't seem to mind it, Phobius was becoming less and less fond of the stale scents.
Maybe he could find some colorful, sweet-smelling flowers while he was out. The Symenestra wouldn't mind if he brought a few home, would he?
Lost as he was in his thoughts, Phobius didn't realize that he'd reached the Bizarre until he bumped into someone who happened to be standing near the entrance. "Oh...! Sorry," he said, raising his arms a bit as he backed away from them. "I wasn't looking where I... where I was... going..."
He trailed off, then, and couldn't help but stare at the stranger's arms. She had six of them, reminding him of a woman that he had met a few seasons ago whose name he couldn't remember... that was, of course, if she had even told him her name. He was pretty sure that he'd only ever seen her once.
Not wanting to be rude, the boy forced himself to look up at her face and meet her eyes, which were big and bright. "Sorry," he said again, giving her a sheepish little smile. She didn't seem bothered, but...
"Is something wrong...?" Phobius asked, noticing how distracted the six-armed woman looked.
"This is speech in Nari."
This is thought.
Phobius liked to sleep, but, for whatever reason, could never do it for more than a few bells at a time. As a result, he often found himself waking up at dawn, right before the sun had even risen. It was as much of a blessing as it was a curse, but he preferred to think of it as the former instead of the latter, liking that he was able to get out and about much earlier than most Alvads. This morning he had woken up and gotten dressed, then hesitated before deciding to look around for a scrap of paper and something to write with. Once he had found the two items, he'd written a little note and left it at the foot of his roommate's bed, then tiptoed out the door before he could disturb him. It was short and simple, but he doubted that Dex would be able to read his handwriting—more often than not, even he had trouble reading it—so he could only hope that the man wouldn't be too worried about him being gone.
After that, Phobius had wandered around for a while. He hadn't known where he was going when he'd left his and Dex's house, but he was sure that he would find something to do before long. There was never a dull moment in Alvadas, and he felt as though he could always count on the city and Ionu to make his day much more interesting... unless, of course, the God of Illusions was still tucked away in his own bed.
There weren't many other people around, so the boy set his mind adrift as he walked up and down the city's empty streets. He and Dex had gone furniture shopping a few days after they'd started living together, and he had everything that he needed... but there were still things that he could get, weren't there? Not-so-important-but-useful things, like plates and bowls and spoons and forks... and maybe some stuff that would make the house smell nice. Right now, it smelled like dust and old clothes, and though Dex didn't seem to mind it, Phobius was becoming less and less fond of the stale scents.
Maybe he could find some colorful, sweet-smelling flowers while he was out. The Symenestra wouldn't mind if he brought a few home, would he?
Lost as he was in his thoughts, Phobius didn't realize that he'd reached the Bizarre until he bumped into someone who happened to be standing near the entrance. "Oh...! Sorry," he said, raising his arms a bit as he backed away from them. "I wasn't looking where I... where I was... going..."
He trailed off, then, and couldn't help but stare at the stranger's arms. She had six of them, reminding him of a woman that he had met a few seasons ago whose name he couldn't remember... that was, of course, if she had even told him her name. He was pretty sure that he'd only ever seen her once.
Not wanting to be rude, the boy forced himself to look up at her face and meet her eyes, which were big and bright. "Sorry," he said again, giving her a sheepish little smile. She didn't seem bothered, but...
"Is something wrong...?" Phobius asked, noticing how distracted the six-armed woman looked.
"This is speech in Nari."
This is thought.
