kingofunification: (nonchalant)
kingofunification ([personal profile] kingofunification) wrote in [community profile] middaeg 2020-05-04 02:08 am (UTC)

Boaltinn

[There was something about a festival that were calming to Claude. The parties he had to be subjected to as Duke Riegan were insufferable, the nobles of Fodlan too worried about propriety and politics to host a proper celebration.

But this--this reminded him of home, of better times when he was younger and the world seemed less cruel. When his extended family would gather around a bonfire and dance till dawn, and eat and drink until they passed out. It was enough of a homey feeling that the stress of being displaced in a strange world eased from his shoulders.

And maybe...he could just let himself pretend things were all right for a moment.

It's with this mindset that he wanders the field, checking out the food provided and the games the locals have set up, becoming curious about the mechanics. And it's with this investigation that his eyes set on someone so very familiar--that for a moment he chokes on his spit.

He coughs, trying to reign himself in--trying to remind himself that this place was strange, with familiar faces that weren't actually so familiar. He attempts a cautious approach, all smiles as he leans over the man's shoulder.]


Not having any luck with that game, huh Teach?

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