Smart Guys do Stupid Things, Right?(Serpente)

[Colt]

12 of summer, 511 Khasr was in a very odd mood, meaning that he wasn't simmering with rage at some part of the world or another. He wasn't sulking in the least populated spot, dejectedly sharpening javelins, he wasn't attacking expendable inanimate objects, and he wasn't complaining about how hard life was and how he deserved more. No, he was walking, quite calmly and with a civilized air, through the street-like passages between rows upon rows of tents. He had come to Endrykas bitter, determined to hate the place, and was a bit annoyed with himself at not being able to hold up to his goal. He wasn't going anywhere in particular, and his mind began to wander and his eyes unfocused. He had just met his brother's new wife, but he couldn't remember her name. He hadn't been paying attention during introductions, but much to the surprise of the pavilion and of he himself he hadn't given her a cold shoulder, but given her an ungainly but heartfelt greeting. He then had continued with his hunting plans, cutting off further conversation, but now, as he walked, all of his plans deserted him. He didn't even remember what he had been planning to hunt. On another day he might have been irritated, but at the moment he couldn't have felt more passive. Strong emotions just seemed pointless. Eventually he found himself circling to the edge of the city. Maybe if he went hunting in spite of his forgetfulness and just made new plans, he would feel better.