@ultimorals
( ☀ ) ─ There were places not even Auri-el's guiding light could reach, where corruption ran as rampant as a raging horse, and it came as no surprise that the City was no different. Fibonnaci, the very epitome of wealth disparity, rich set upon the poor in stacking towers higher than any Gelebor had seen before. Wandering the dark, narrow streets on the ground, what had been only an exercise of discovering a new world, had quickly came a harrowing litany of prayers passing his lips at every corner.
"Is there a way to help these people?" He asked to the stale, dank air, glancing down the alley he'd came with its vibrant lights and dirty walls, passing people shuffling by not even noticing how he stuck out like a terribly sore thumb. At the end, a pristine building, and a lowly fellow thrown out on a whim. Hands clench at his side, close to snapping at such an injustice, 'til he notices the boy beside him with an equal, gnawing and righteous fury.
