39th of Summer, 514
Once Farris had begun to leave his home and explore the sights Sunberth had to offer, he found that, perhaps, there was more to the city than he'd initially believed. Yes, Sunberth held dangers within, dangers that certainly found their way into plaguing Farris' thoughts. He looked over his shoulder whenever others passed by. He guarded his pockets in order to ensure that he kept his possessions on his person. His disposition was often guarded, for there were secrets that the mage needed to keep, and a distance that he must maintain in order to keep them. Despite such trepidation and general dislike for the populace as a whole, he'd certainly found individuals of interest and with them a garnered curiosity about his new home had stirred into being. The product of this curiosity was the decision to walk through the city and familiarize himself with it. Living in the Sunset Quarter brought some measure of safety, for it seemed that gang activity was kept outside of its confines. But, that same safety acted as a barrier, preventing the mage from understanding the city as a whole. Once he'd left the Sunset Quarter, he found himself taking a left turn down the walkway and straight into the Commons. He'd at last found the time to heed Kynier's warning, and carried his weapon on his person. The finger razor he kept on his left hand was awkward and he'd found difficulty in getting it to work. Even now he still had little to no idea how to use it. Yet, he felt at the very least somewhat safer with it in his possession.
When he'd arrived into the Sunset Quarter, a breath filled his lungs. His intention was to explore the city properly, and he'd figured the ideal way to do so was with what Sunberthians hated more than anything: magic. Auristics had the benefit of being one of the most difficult magicks to detect, because it didn't rely on escaping the body or produce any obvious signs that one was using it. Rather, it allowed the practitioner to view the world in a much different mindset and perhaps Farris required such a thing in order to give the city a proper chance to grow on him. His pace grew far slower as he allowed his attention to drift. Hands were stuffed firmly into his pockets as he pulled at the djed contained in the depths of his soul. It sought to gather in his eyes, the effort in doing so taking several ticks, which Farris spent taking several strides forward and past the Temple of the Unknown. This left Farris at an impasse as to which direction to take. The Sight was active, and the influx of information received was garbled and overwhelming at best. He took several ticks to stand still and take it all in. Numerous people seemed to be going in and out of Robern's Reaches. By the way that their auras seem to mix together and meld, they likely all had some form of association with one another. Gangsters, if he had to guess. One particular aura pulled away from the rest, a man jumping out of the collection and pushing at Farris' chest.
The Sight did not shut off, but his distraction had him reeling. He took a step back, letting his gaze fall on a man several inches shorter than him, missing some teeth and clearly pissed off about something. "You. Whatchu looking at, huh?" Rather stunned by being pushed back, Farris took a step back, his eyes somewhat wide as the pungent aura set upon his tongue. The gangster's aura held the taste of burnt flesh and metal, and by the look of his mouth, several teeth were missing and others filled in by crude replacements. He raised his shoulders in a shrug, "I'm sorry. I'll look down and away from now on?" he offered as a means of compromise. He took another three steps back before turning slowly. He took a brisk pace from there, making his way into the Commons proper, intent on keeping his exploration to one of the 'safer' parts of the city.
WC: 694
Once Farris had begun to leave his home and explore the sights Sunberth had to offer, he found that, perhaps, there was more to the city than he'd initially believed. Yes, Sunberth held dangers within, dangers that certainly found their way into plaguing Farris' thoughts. He looked over his shoulder whenever others passed by. He guarded his pockets in order to ensure that he kept his possessions on his person. His disposition was often guarded, for there were secrets that the mage needed to keep, and a distance that he must maintain in order to keep them. Despite such trepidation and general dislike for the populace as a whole, he'd certainly found individuals of interest and with them a garnered curiosity about his new home had stirred into being. The product of this curiosity was the decision to walk through the city and familiarize himself with it. Living in the Sunset Quarter brought some measure of safety, for it seemed that gang activity was kept outside of its confines. But, that same safety acted as a barrier, preventing the mage from understanding the city as a whole. Once he'd left the Sunset Quarter, he found himself taking a left turn down the walkway and straight into the Commons. He'd at last found the time to heed Kynier's warning, and carried his weapon on his person. The finger razor he kept on his left hand was awkward and he'd found difficulty in getting it to work. Even now he still had little to no idea how to use it. Yet, he felt at the very least somewhat safer with it in his possession.
When he'd arrived into the Sunset Quarter, a breath filled his lungs. His intention was to explore the city properly, and he'd figured the ideal way to do so was with what Sunberthians hated more than anything: magic. Auristics had the benefit of being one of the most difficult magicks to detect, because it didn't rely on escaping the body or produce any obvious signs that one was using it. Rather, it allowed the practitioner to view the world in a much different mindset and perhaps Farris required such a thing in order to give the city a proper chance to grow on him. His pace grew far slower as he allowed his attention to drift. Hands were stuffed firmly into his pockets as he pulled at the djed contained in the depths of his soul. It sought to gather in his eyes, the effort in doing so taking several ticks, which Farris spent taking several strides forward and past the Temple of the Unknown. This left Farris at an impasse as to which direction to take. The Sight was active, and the influx of information received was garbled and overwhelming at best. He took several ticks to stand still and take it all in. Numerous people seemed to be going in and out of Robern's Reaches. By the way that their auras seem to mix together and meld, they likely all had some form of association with one another. Gangsters, if he had to guess. One particular aura pulled away from the rest, a man jumping out of the collection and pushing at Farris' chest.
The Sight did not shut off, but his distraction had him reeling. He took a step back, letting his gaze fall on a man several inches shorter than him, missing some teeth and clearly pissed off about something. "You. Whatchu looking at, huh?" Rather stunned by being pushed back, Farris took a step back, his eyes somewhat wide as the pungent aura set upon his tongue. The gangster's aura held the taste of burnt flesh and metal, and by the look of his mouth, several teeth were missing and others filled in by crude replacements. He raised his shoulders in a shrug, "I'm sorry. I'll look down and away from now on?" he offered as a means of compromise. He took another three steps back before turning slowly. He took a brisk pace from there, making his way into the Commons proper, intent on keeping his exploration to one of the 'safer' parts of the city.
WC: 694
