“Vel…Welcome to…Thalassia?”
William had spent a minute or two idly peering up in at the timeworn banner, having had difficulty reading the faded out letters. Thalassia? Where was he… ?
The next several minutes was spent with him aimlessly wandering around, ID and keys clutched in his trembling hands. Many questions danced around in his mind, desperate to find the answer on how he had wound up here. Why had he been out in the ocean? Had he started the fire on the boat? Where was Sofia?
Alas, nothing. His mind was still blank.
With a distressed expression on his pale visage, he continued to walk on. Every few steps, his stomach would churn and head would spin. It hadn’t been long since he had gotten off that boat, after all. “Uuu… ‘I have to f-find…Sofia.’” Although scared out of his wits, he continued to press on- all in order to be reunited with his beloved guardian. She was probably around here somewhere, searching for his whereabouts as well…right?
Weaving through strangers who all seemed to tower over him, the ram-horned boy scanned his surroundings, glancing up at every individual’s face in an attempt to spot a familiar set of eyes. Many didn’t even notice the frantic dragon child who scurried about around them- those who did directed their gaze elsewhere almost instantly, or perhaps shot a puzzled look in his direction before carrying on. This went on for what seemed like hours, until fatigue and worry caused him to collapse in a street corner.
"…"
Now huddled in said corner, William took another good look at his keys and ID. Tears that dared to fall caused his vision to become a jumbled blur, making it a struggle to read the text. Inner City Q-5… what did this mean? It was an address from what he could make out, and what he remembered the grumpy looking man at the desk had told him. Was he in the right place however? Oh, he felt hopelessly lost… Maybe it was finally the time to ask for much-needed help. He felt threatened by almost everything around him, but what else could he do? He was alone, lost, and miserable.
Using his ruffled sleeves to dry his face, the troubled boy stood up and searched for someone- anyone, to ask for help. As he approached the person closest to him, he took in a deep and sharp intake of breathe before speaking with a hushed voice:
“Ah…e-excuse me. Could you, um, please help me? …I’m lost.”
