Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
It was easy to let the background hum of the bar lull me into a bit of a trance, a moment that probably went on for several minutes, where I simply existed, lost in thought, letting the fireplace draw my gaze. I had so many questions about this world, and I had begun to write them down on piles and piles of notes which were in my lodgings in Snowcloak, but still my mind came up with more, its desire to learn and grow and know simply unending.
The movement of one nearing me was enough to break me from my thought train, disrupting the flow - I held no ill feelings for this occurring, for so often I found myself lost amongst my own thoughts, I knew it was a fault of my own and not of those around me. A quick smile jumps to my lips as I lean forward in my chair, happily engaging in the conversation this woman offers.
"I am," I confirm for her, rising to stand and extend a hand out to shake in greeting, if she was that way inclined. "Chulane, though most call me Chuy. Who are you?"
The movement of one nearing me was enough to break me from my thought train, disrupting the flow - I held no ill feelings for this occurring, for so often I found myself lost amongst my own thoughts, I knew it was a fault of my own and not of those around me. A quick smile jumps to my lips as I lean forward in my chair, happily engaging in the conversation this woman offers.
"I am," I confirm for her, rising to stand and extend a hand out to shake in greeting, if she was that way inclined. "Chulane, though most call me Chuy. Who are you?"
CHULANE
