@daxned
It wasn’t that he didn’t love the bustling sound of city life—on the contrary, he was starting to realize he preferred the more lively parts of Spirale. It sounded like home, and there was always someone’s business to stick his cape in, even when he knew he shouldn’t.
But for once, he sought out silence. He’d been avoiding it since his arrival, his thoughts were anxiety-inducing to indulge, but he knew keeping them at bay would have disastrous results if he let it.
So, he sought the forest. He landed softly at the tree line and walked in, his boots softly falling over the leaves and grass, his cape occasionally snagging on twigs.
He came to a clearing, the sun coming in through the trees in an inviting pool. Clark sat cross-legged on the grass for a long moment, letting the sunlight fall on his body and fill his cells.
He laid back in the grass, his cape spilled out behind him as he let his mind wander, meditating over his current whereabouts, over his lack of home and direction.
Just when he felt like he could truly cry about it, he heard the crunch of leaves and twigs, someone approaching. Clark sat up and turned his head towards the sound.
