( 512 Blue Watchstone day 57)
Daston sat down in what looked like a pile of packed snow in the shape of a low sitting chair or recliner. He had just finished making it, he was bored and a lot was on his mind, making things at least passed the time. He let himself slouch and lean on his right elbow with his head resting on his right fist. The poorly designed looking chair faced the ice wall gates about 100 yards away. People rarely traveled to Avanthal, so he would probably just get weird looks from locals. He couldn't help but stare at the glimmering gates on a day that it for once, not snowing. He had been procrastinating leaving the city for a long time, he worried what his parents would think of him, or his teachers and friends, to just get up and go without a word. He knew he couldn't tell them, they would stop him from leaving. In truth he wanted to see the rest of the world more than anything. It was not that he didn't like Avanthal, he just was tired of no longer being surprised by anything. He was to 'used' to the city. He needed a change of scenery. As he sat there he continued to think about the prospect of adventure that was just waiting for him beyond the gate.
He also considered the dangers of the outside world, but instead of frightening him they merely excited him more and made him want to go out and face those adversities and over come them. He did recognize that realistically a travelling companion would be nice, maybe someone who knew what they were doing. He wasn't one to go out of his way to find someone, and he couldn't just go around asking otherwise his parents would get word of it. If no random figure came into his life looking for a traveling companion this day he would leave the following morning before the sun came up, he was perfectly willing to go on his own. For now though, he stared expressionlessly at the gates and slouched deep in his own thoughts.