[You were normally a hermit, that much is certain. But with so much new cityscape at your disposal, how could you resist doing a little exploring?]
[Fibonacci to Cotes, your steps draw you to the immortal cherry blossoms surrounding the ward like guards, a peaceful, picturesque scene that sends your creative thinkpan into overdrive and to a complete halt at the same time. You were mesmerized; inspired to make something so much greater than the sum of its parts but also desiring to just sit amongst the light petals and never get up. Becoming sedentary, a rock amongst the trees, tumbled stone and moss and thoughts. It was a weird feeling, and you didn’t really let yourself surrender to it, just taking your walk through the field where time played no role.]
[And amongst the trees safe from time, you found a person safe from it as well. Floating, burgundy, smoke wafting from reddened lips and the tip of a wrapped object you assumed was some sort of drug. Something about her felt… ethereal. Unreal, guarded from the world with a her-shaped bubble. And you wanted to get on her level, as weird as that sounded.]
[Not figuratively, you might add. Literally. You felt odd being so low to the ground while she was… up there.]
[So you did what any sensible troll would do, and headed for the nearest tree.]
[Your tree climbing skills aren’t what they used to be. You stumble, bend a branch, rustle petals, alert your presence to the strange girl nearby. But you didn’t care, really. You knew you didn’t have any bad intentions, and so you kept on, eventually draping yourself over a branch that reached out over the path. That was… a little better. You were closer to her line of sight, at least.]
CHARUN: ..
CHARUN: How are you.. floating like that..
