The worst thing about always being on the move...
Not many people would do this, but Neos was walking through the town, eyes on what looked like a thin wooden board that he was holding with one arm under it while drawing upon it with something akin to a pencil. It looked like a sketch for something, showing a gigantic tree shaded in a way that made it look like it was formed from crystal as well as a medieval town and palace with a floating cat-like creature with an insanely-long tail above the town."...can't...settle on a design," he grumbled to himself, running his drawing hand through the blue hair under his wide-brimmed hat. "Already got an idea of the structure of the lantern itself, but---whoa!"
He looked up just in time to stop himself from walking into someone else under the moonlight, pulling the drawing board and image closer to his chest for the time being. "Whoa, sorry about almost crashing into ya. You alright?"
...is that no one believes the tales that emerge later on.
NEOS
