there's an ocean in my body
there's a river in my soul
Well, with his business with Remi sorted, Sam had a lot of things to do in the coming season. First and foremost though, he needed somewhere to stay.
The walk up into Haulani, pack on his back and endless thoughts in his mind, had seemed very long indeed; maybe Ascended didn't feel physical exhaustion in a true way, but he certainly wanted to flop into a nice bed as soon as possible. Hopefully there would be an inn or some kind of easily accessible hotel for him to check into, at least until he could sort out a designated room for the Hollowed Grounders, which he supposed he'd be staying in with everyone else.
As he walked into the city limits he was reminded of Zeph's words about how bustling it could be. Indeed in the soft evening glow of orange lights it was surprisingly lively on the streets, Sam shyly stepping around all kinds of goings on, sometimes having to stop and stare: he certainly wasn't in the Grounds anymore. Never having been wonderful with intense noise or happenings he was becoming quite overwhelmed and more than ever wanted to find a quiet room somewhere.
Unfortunately, with all the hubbub going on and crowds pushing him this way and that, he swiftly found himself pretty lost, no closer to somewhere to stay. Eventually he found a seat on the end of a bench in a slightly less busy corner and tried to pause for a moment to collect his mind, pack before him on the ground and a hand pushing through his hair.
The walk up into Haulani, pack on his back and endless thoughts in his mind, had seemed very long indeed; maybe Ascended didn't feel physical exhaustion in a true way, but he certainly wanted to flop into a nice bed as soon as possible. Hopefully there would be an inn or some kind of easily accessible hotel for him to check into, at least until he could sort out a designated room for the Hollowed Grounders, which he supposed he'd be staying in with everyone else.
As he walked into the city limits he was reminded of Zeph's words about how bustling it could be. Indeed in the soft evening glow of orange lights it was surprisingly lively on the streets, Sam shyly stepping around all kinds of goings on, sometimes having to stop and stare: he certainly wasn't in the Grounds anymore. Never having been wonderful with intense noise or happenings he was becoming quite overwhelmed and more than ever wanted to find a quiet room somewhere.
Unfortunately, with all the hubbub going on and crowds pushing him this way and that, he swiftly found himself pretty lost, no closer to somewhere to stay. Eventually he found a seat on the end of a bench in a slightly less busy corner and tried to pause for a moment to collect his mind, pack before him on the ground and a hand pushing through his hair.
if I see a sign in the sky tonight
No one's gonna tell me it's a trick of the light
SAMuEL
