Fall, 22nd 517 Av.
The right of freedom. Some have it, most do not. Of course, when the deities play puppet master in there cities then perhaps freedom is just a joke anyways, though blaiming his misfortune in fate hardly accomplished him much either. Shaking his head he wondered when it had become his habit to start each morning with an existential crisis. Getting up and slumping over to his mirror he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, today was supposed to be fun he had a small allowance and some freedom for a day, wasting it on being melancholic was decidedly a poor decision, he was going to smile today even if it was forced.
Brushing his thigh length hair with gusto he began the ever frustrating process of detangling. It had been suggested on multiple occasions he cut it but he couldn’t bring himself too, even if the maintenance got frustrating. Looking over his outfits he frowned he didn’t particularly feel like dressing up, he just wanted to relax today. Hair taken care of he tied it back with a small red ribbon. Eschewing his fancy outfits he pulled a tight black tunic over his head before tightening a belt about his waist. Followed by dark breeches and a small pair of similarly dark leather boots. Looking at his now sullen visage in the mirror he shrugged, his outfit was decidedly ravokian, though the lack of color was a bit disappointing. Furrowing his brow he decided a little makeup wouldn’t hurt however, just enough for a little color. Bringing the Khol to his eyes he highlighted his ruby and mint eyes with black, and put enough rouge on his lips to give them a small pout. He was getting older, his face was thinner than it once was, but at least his face was still smooth and free of scars unlike the rest of his body.
With that he left, small leather bag on his waist hopefully to fill with some treats to share with the little ones upon his return home. Leaving the orphanage he headed for the bazaar he had a whole day to himself. Stepping out he took in a breath of air before looking to the slightly overcast skyline. Another near perfect day in Ravok, though the significance of perfect weather is hard to appreciate when each day has it. Either way he had a couple small goals he figured he would let the rest of the day lead him as was it’s want.
Upon reaching the bazaar he cast his eyes about, looking for something to do, while also reminding himself that he no longer had to or should steal, no matter how much he might want something. He remembered well what happened last time he’d been in this bazaar, and he didn’t want to consider the possibility of a repeat.
Credit to Shimoje, the bestest buddy