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William ❦ LiEat   ☾ affiliated with mardochaios ☽

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 Gently, Grima smiled and nodded before taking only the card. It only took a moment to skim through everything. “William, is it? I suppose you’re a new arrival.” He offered it back to the boy, then put his hands into his pockets. “That number, Q-5, is your apartment. That’s what the keys are for. I can show you the way, if you’d like.”

"Ah, right. You may call me Robin. I’m a part of the city guard."

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  William watched as the much taller individual inspected his card, beginning to involuntarily fan himself with his free hand. Only now did he notice just how unbearably parched he was- he was too focused on other things beforehand. It wasn't this hot just a day ago, right? But then again, this city seemed nothing like his home... not only did it look different, but it felt different. The people, the atmosphere- everything was out of the ordinary.  

 "--Yes! But, you can call me Will." He blurted out rather abruptly, snapping back into focus. He forced a sheepish smile up at the other as a way to apologize for his sudden reaction, now waiting for him to lead the way.

 "Uhm... It's a pleasure to meet you, Robin." City guard? That certainly helped him relax a little more. Guards were most likely to be trustworthy and know their place around.. At least, that's how he knew it. 

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Grima would have liked to think that children were below his concerns (as were most people, really), that he didn’t have the time nor patience to deal with them and their abundance of arbitrary issues. Robin would have stopped along his way to give everyone a hand, but the fact of the matter was, their lives were too short and he had better things to do.

There were, however, always exceptions.  

An exception (which held as perfectly valid in his mind) was just this one. This boy let off an aura that reminded him of his kin. Sure, it was slightly different than that of a manakete’s, but he still felt a certain obligation from one dragon to another. So he stopped and crouched down so he was level with the boy.

His tone was cool, but not hostile. “Of course.”

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  At last, his mind felt a bit at peace upon hearing their words. Although they were someone he was unaccustomed to, he no longer would have to roam these foreign grounds by himself. The shaken child let out a sigh of relief before murmuring his almost inaudible reply, unable to smile even if he tried.

"Thank you very much, sir..."

  Being very naïve and inept in his skills, William was clueless that the other was much like him… yet, strangely trusted them nonetheless. Besides- what else could he do in his current situation? It was far out of his comfort-zone, but now was the time to act strong (or at least try to.)

“I’m trying to, um… figure out what these are for.”

 Unsure whether it was a good idea or not, William hesitantly held up both his ID card and keys closer to the other’s line of sight. His palm was open to allow them to take his new belongings if they wished to get a better look. If they were what he thought they were, did that mean he had his own place to stay...? Finding his care taker was his top priority, so perhaps going to the place his ID indicated to would be a good place to start searching. 

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“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.”

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