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Dec. 12th, 2021 04:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
travelerscurse Not that Gustavain engages much in the practice of judging things before he's seen them for himself, but he was all set to really hate Sharlayan. It being the home of many of his friends notwithstanding, the idea of a city being neutral and hoarding knowledge doesn't sit super well with him and never has. So too, were his original feelings about the Students of Baldesion, however, so maybe it's not too odd that he finds Sharlayan surprisingly and aggressively pleasant.
The food, however, does leave something to be desired and even though the Annex has decent cuisine, he finds himself mostly eating at the Last Stand whenever he has more than a day to sleep and recover, few and far between though those times have been in recent days. He could spend hours here if they would let him, drinking coffee and warming his hands on the cup, watching the people pass. But it's rare that he gets to finish more than a single cup before someone comes to disturb him.
Still, today he's had a longer time than most-- long enough for his food to be gone and for him to be drinking a second cup of coffee, just enjoying a bit of a lull between things.
The food, however, does leave something to be desired and even though the Annex has decent cuisine, he finds himself mostly eating at the Last Stand whenever he has more than a day to sleep and recover, few and far between though those times have been in recent days. He could spend hours here if they would let him, drinking coffee and warming his hands on the cup, watching the people pass. But it's rare that he gets to finish more than a single cup before someone comes to disturb him.
Still, today he's had a longer time than most-- long enough for his food to be gone and for him to be drinking a second cup of coffee, just enjoying a bit of a lull between things.
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Date: 2022-12-23 03:43 am (UTC)He had just enough time for that before there was the burst of movement, the viera leaping back out of the way of the giant boar's charge with a curse, though the tone was a bit more exhilarated than afraid. He can hear Gustavain to one side, can see him moving in his periphery. Rael has to stop himself from charging in- old habits die hard- instead channeling his magic, lashing out with red energy at the creature, almost immediately accompanied by a burst of lightning. It was a familiar enough dance nowadays, casting and dodging, for all stubborn habit wanted him to plant his feet and lift a shield he no longer carried.