2nd Day Of Spring 515 AV
Light stood nervously in front of a small home. Every tick or so he would pace from the right end of the home to the left. He thought profoundly about something, as shown by the look on his face. People who passed by him tried to ignore him, and he looked to do the same to them. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, he focused more on his thoughts than anything else. The only reason he did not step into the lake due to his seemingly loss of placement was because of his basic human nature. His brain did not want his body to fall into the river, so his brain told his body when to turn when he was near the end of the deck, and also when to avoid clashing in with someone else.
He hadn't been doing this all day. It was only recently, when the sun was at its fullest, when he began to walk from left to right in front of this building. He would only stop a few tick later and commence doing what he had planned himself to do this day.
Light moved himself slowly to the door of the building he was pacing in front of not long ago, and knocked, reluctantly at first. He moved back quickly in anticipation of something, or someone. He had a worried look on his face, one that would probably not go away for a while.
As he waited for something to happen, he went into the habit of fixing his bastard sword holster that was on his back. He did the same with his knife on his waste before hiding it under his blue coat. The sword could be shown to everyone, but Light always kept the dagger hidden.
He then stared at the house he was standing next to, just to kill the time while he waited. He noticed that the building was finely structured, but had only one window in the front of the home. Light did not see this as a bad thing, but he thought it kinda strange. If there was only a few windows, how would anyone be able to see during the daytime in this place? A lot of candles would be needed, and a lot of fire hazards would need to be worried about.
Light stood nervously in front of a small home. Every tick or so he would pace from the right end of the home to the left. He thought profoundly about something, as shown by the look on his face. People who passed by him tried to ignore him, and he looked to do the same to them. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, he focused more on his thoughts than anything else. The only reason he did not step into the lake due to his seemingly loss of placement was because of his basic human nature. His brain did not want his body to fall into the river, so his brain told his body when to turn when he was near the end of the deck, and also when to avoid clashing in with someone else.
He hadn't been doing this all day. It was only recently, when the sun was at its fullest, when he began to walk from left to right in front of this building. He would only stop a few tick later and commence doing what he had planned himself to do this day.
Light moved himself slowly to the door of the building he was pacing in front of not long ago, and knocked, reluctantly at first. He moved back quickly in anticipation of something, or someone. He had a worried look on his face, one that would probably not go away for a while.
As he waited for something to happen, he went into the habit of fixing his bastard sword holster that was on his back. He did the same with his knife on his waste before hiding it under his blue coat. The sword could be shown to everyone, but Light always kept the dagger hidden.
He then stared at the house he was standing next to, just to kill the time while he waited. He noticed that the building was finely structured, but had only one window in the front of the home. Light did not see this as a bad thing, but he thought it kinda strange. If there was only a few windows, how would anyone be able to see during the daytime in this place? A lot of candles would be needed, and a lot of fire hazards would need to be worried about.