ADAM
Four wars was indeed what Adam would count as a lot of wars. There had only been the one in his world, though admittedly it had stretched on for years and years, the beginning of it even visible at the time of his birth - he had not known a time without some kind of conflict occurring in not-so-far-off fields. "...How many did your side win?" Maybe it was a simplistic question, but he was curious how lucky Deimos had been.
His basket gained taller and taller sides, eventually got to a point where he could have tied it off, if he'd wanted to, but he kept adding to it, creating a narrow shape with some different patterns woven into the edges. "That's all kinda vague. I mean how similar is it to live in? You know, the weather, the food. The way people speak. All that kinda stuff." Those were the things he noticed over big concepts like 'deceit' or 'chaos'.
"As for me, this place is wayyyy different. Everyone talks weird, they're all so serious, and the food is so bland! I miss spice. There was this one spice-rubbed meat they sold in the market in Akkarain..." Adam turned his eyes to the heavens and shook his head, an adoring smile on his face, as if praising the impossible memory of it's flavour. "Everyone dresses different, too. All boring colours and so covered up. Back where I was from there was more of a sense of style." As unbelievable as it had to be to Caido residents, Adam's outfit had not been too outlandish in his home.
His basket gained taller and taller sides, eventually got to a point where he could have tied it off, if he'd wanted to, but he kept adding to it, creating a narrow shape with some different patterns woven into the edges. "That's all kinda vague. I mean how similar is it to live in? You know, the weather, the food. The way people speak. All that kinda stuff." Those were the things he noticed over big concepts like 'deceit' or 'chaos'.
"As for me, this place is wayyyy different. Everyone talks weird, they're all so serious, and the food is so bland! I miss spice. There was this one spice-rubbed meat they sold in the market in Akkarain..." Adam turned his eyes to the heavens and shook his head, an adoring smile on his face, as if praising the impossible memory of it's flavour. "Everyone dresses different, too. All boring colours and so covered up. Back where I was from there was more of a sense of style." As unbelievable as it had to be to Caido residents, Adam's outfit had not been too outlandish in his home.
A wasted youth is better by far
Then a wise and productive old age
Base Code by Sky!
