Readjusting to City Life (Open)

[Alistair Trevon]

52nd of Winter, 511 AV

Alistair stepped out of his mother's pavilion, it had been some time since he had slept in an actual bed. Awakening to the sight of cloth was almost alarming to him. He had grown accustomed to the light of the rising sun causing him to wake. Unless the sky threatened bad weather, he usually slept under the stars in the Sea of Grass.

As he walked along the paths between pavilions and tents, he began to try to memorize the new paths. Each time the city moved, everything was moved around. It had taken him until dusk to find his way to his mother's pavilion. Everything looked alike to him. Perhaps it was because he had not been here in ages.

This city had once been his home. He had once enjoyed taking refuge in Endrykus. Now things were different. His home was wherever he could find a place to lay down and relax. Being surrounded by tents made him edgy. He felt as if he could be attacked at any moment. His left hand rested on the removable end of his dagger, ready to draw it at any moment.

Finally he reached the center of the city, the fire pit. He sat along the edge as he had done the past few days. He closed his eyes and began to listen to the sounds of the city.