Day 17 of Spring 513 AV Late Morning. Syren left Meli to her own devises. She had wanted to go for a run around the outskirts of town so Syren had let her. He hoped she'd be carful. But now he was left with nothing to do and no one to talk to. So Syren absentmindedly mooched around town looking for something to occupy himself with. The Spring festival hadn't been long ago. He'f felt like the biggest outsider possible. At least he'd had Meli to celebrate with. so He hadn't been so along. It was not one year ago that Sy had been surrounded by friendly faces. He'd left home though, and if it were a choice to go back, and un meet Meli, he would still choose her every time, no matter how painful it was to be banished. But one thing he missed with a passion was his friends. On in particular, was a friend he'd know since he was eight years old. Yousef. It was difficult to have no one, apart from Meli he could call friend. It had been hard adjusting to such lonely way of life. That was one of the reasons he had settled in this tent city. So Sy figured he needed to do some socialising. Maybe someone would catch his eye. His Pavi was terrible be he could still give it a go. Language was the biggest thing casting him with the shadow of 'Outsider.' |