Ashan 2nd, 721
It was the heat from the light streaming through his window that woke him up.
The dream had been short and vague, and left him terribly dissatisfied. He’d taken some moments to gaze at the ceiling and let his mind wander, before his body had convinced him otherwise.
Bathing himself to wakefulness had invigorated his otherwise musty mind, and the feel of water on his skin had mindfully reminded him of the reality of his existence.
Today was the day to begin his new life.
He’d dressed slowly, almost contemplatively, his mind wandering as it always did, and how much time had elapsed he did not know, but it wasn’t that much, if the light streaming through the window was any indicator. At any rate, his stomach decided the matter, having reminded him of its presence and emptiness, which resolved him to leave his humble dwelling and head out into the open world.
He took a deep breath at his doorstep, hands on hips as he surveyed the busy street before him. There was the usual rush of the busyfolk, off tending to their own affairs at their own frenzied pace.
Aloysius smiled at that.
“Such stories they all must have, all waiting to be told…” he murmured to himself.
He then sent one foot in front of the other, slowly walking down the street, taking care not to get in the way of another, nor to disturb the otherwise engaged, his eyes taking in the sights, looking, seeing, memorizing; the images burning themselves into his mind.
As he contemplated matters during this constitutional, so did his gut induce a further current of thought - what exactly it was that he wanted to eat. Meat, without question. With bread.
More importantly, good conversation would be welcome. He’d spent too long at his dwelling, too cooped up in his mind, and while he’d taken the odd walk in the differing bits of the trial, a fear for his life and limb had ensured that such jaunts were within sight of his own front door.
It did not help that he did not have any friends, nor acquaintances, but all that had been something of the point. He wanted to explore the world, go away from the confining space of the shop, and to be very honest, get away from the mind-numbing task for fletching. It had been interesting to do that for quite some time. It would make them all rich, his father said, seconded accordingly by his mother, but to this very day, the young Arrowsmith was only rich in frustration.
There had to be some other things to do, some other place to go, other people to meet, and other things to see. His heart and soul yearned for adventure, which was just something that his confounded parents could never understand. Wanderlust was in him, and while he was young, he wished to satisfy it.
The argument had been swift, and the results, strong, and so in the dark, he had crept away with what little wealth - if one could even call it that - he had saved, after leaving a note on the table, and once the door was closed and the shop behind him, he never really looked back.
He was out to make his fortune, make a name for himself, and to truly experience life as it ought to be.
Scalvoris was a world unto itself, and Aloysius was intent on living life to the fullest.
The dream had been short and vague, and left him terribly dissatisfied. He’d taken some moments to gaze at the ceiling and let his mind wander, before his body had convinced him otherwise.
Bathing himself to wakefulness had invigorated his otherwise musty mind, and the feel of water on his skin had mindfully reminded him of the reality of his existence.
Today was the day to begin his new life.
He’d dressed slowly, almost contemplatively, his mind wandering as it always did, and how much time had elapsed he did not know, but it wasn’t that much, if the light streaming through the window was any indicator. At any rate, his stomach decided the matter, having reminded him of its presence and emptiness, which resolved him to leave his humble dwelling and head out into the open world.
He took a deep breath at his doorstep, hands on hips as he surveyed the busy street before him. There was the usual rush of the busyfolk, off tending to their own affairs at their own frenzied pace.
Aloysius smiled at that.
“Such stories they all must have, all waiting to be told…” he murmured to himself.
He then sent one foot in front of the other, slowly walking down the street, taking care not to get in the way of another, nor to disturb the otherwise engaged, his eyes taking in the sights, looking, seeing, memorizing; the images burning themselves into his mind.
As he contemplated matters during this constitutional, so did his gut induce a further current of thought - what exactly it was that he wanted to eat. Meat, without question. With bread.
More importantly, good conversation would be welcome. He’d spent too long at his dwelling, too cooped up in his mind, and while he’d taken the odd walk in the differing bits of the trial, a fear for his life and limb had ensured that such jaunts were within sight of his own front door.
It did not help that he did not have any friends, nor acquaintances, but all that had been something of the point. He wanted to explore the world, go away from the confining space of the shop, and to be very honest, get away from the mind-numbing task for fletching. It had been interesting to do that for quite some time. It would make them all rich, his father said, seconded accordingly by his mother, but to this very day, the young Arrowsmith was only rich in frustration.
There had to be some other things to do, some other place to go, other people to meet, and other things to see. His heart and soul yearned for adventure, which was just something that his confounded parents could never understand. Wanderlust was in him, and while he was young, he wished to satisfy it.
The argument had been swift, and the results, strong, and so in the dark, he had crept away with what little wealth - if one could even call it that - he had saved, after leaving a note on the table, and once the door was closed and the shop behind him, he never really looked back.
He was out to make his fortune, make a name for himself, and to truly experience life as it ought to be.
Scalvoris was a world unto itself, and Aloysius was intent on living life to the fullest.
