@windsofthemoor
Elliot wanted to curse out the weather with all he had, putting him in a grumpy mood with his hands shoved into the open spots of his civilian clothes, his ear straining to listen to the british troops but the roaring wind blocked out the sounds for him. His head leaned back as his coat’s edge danced about from the wind, allowing his tired eyes to scan along the road of the city’s street. Although his anxiety of being caught in a mainly british ruled area was high, Elliot knew he didn’t give much of a care since not many know who he was.
But a certain face caught his eye, making the dark haired fellow stand upright, hand going up to keep his hat away from his face as his green eyes flickered about to find it again. The colony stepped off the porch, mixing himself into the crowd and constantly jumping up on his feet to see over people in hopes of finding who he wanted.
It took him a while, but once he saw the face again, a description of a man he remembers quite clearly from long letters from prior months, Elliot reached out as quick as possible before the other could turn away and continue his walking in the midst of the crowd. With a earnest hold on the other’s forearm, Elliot gasped out “Daniel?”, not exactly sure if he were asking or calling out with a confident assumption. His tone was almost quiet and rushed, not wanting others to hear.
