Surprisingly very little of Aonghas’ time had been spent in actual civilisation since he had arrived - rather he seemed to have spent most of his time either at the Launceleyn Manor, or at the Temple. In fact, he had probably spent a bit too much of his time in the Temple lately and after being holed up there during LongNight he was quite happy to take a break from the grand building.
Deciding to actually get out and explore some more of Caido he opted for the relative safety of the Settlement. Perusing the wares of traders at the market ought to be a good start to Flowerbirth, and would, at the very least, take his mind off of the arduous last season.
It was busy when he had made his way down the great road, the smattering of stalls on either side already inundated with consumers eager for goods. Aonghas too found himself being lured to a stalls of merchants touting for business. Too busy craning his neck to get a better look at what was on offer in the stalls he was passing he hadn’t realised that he would perhaps be an obstacle to the crowd. With his head turned away from the direction he was walking in he felt a collision on his left side, causing his arm to crumple in against his body. He turned immediately to accept fault.
”Oh sorry I- “ His hands came up to the shoulder he had accidentally bumped in an apologetic gesture. ”Oh! It’s… Oliver right?” Aonghas scrutinised the young man’s face for a moment desperately trying to put a name to it. Yes, he was sure he had seen him before. At the manor. There was also the memory of briefly seeing him at the Temple during LongNight.
Deciding to actually get out and explore some more of Caido he opted for the relative safety of the Settlement. Perusing the wares of traders at the market ought to be a good start to Flowerbirth, and would, at the very least, take his mind off of the arduous last season.
It was busy when he had made his way down the great road, the smattering of stalls on either side already inundated with consumers eager for goods. Aonghas too found himself being lured to a stalls of merchants touting for business. Too busy craning his neck to get a better look at what was on offer in the stalls he was passing he hadn’t realised that he would perhaps be an obstacle to the crowd. With his head turned away from the direction he was walking in he felt a collision on his left side, causing his arm to crumple in against his body. He turned immediately to accept fault.
”Oh sorry I- “ His hands came up to the shoulder he had accidentally bumped in an apologetic gesture. ”Oh! It’s… Oliver right?” Aonghas scrutinised the young man’s face for a moment desperately trying to put a name to it. Yes, he was sure he had seen him before. At the manor. There was also the memory of briefly seeing him at the Temple during LongNight.
