He had been enjoying the spring weather for a little while, but the weight of the Spire seemed to settle on his shoulders with all the friction that had arisen in the community as Naturals and Outlanders jostled against each other over the outcome of that battle. It would come to a head soon, he knew, but who would set the spark and whether it would ignite or fizzle out he had yet to determine. With all the preparations for Flowerbirth and Fiat Lux still going on all around them it was hard to think that they were on the verge of breaking through the barrier as so many people struggled to continue in with their lives and the rhythms they had always known.
He walked through the streets, greeting those shop owners he'd come to know, and the regulars at the Rathskeller who enjoyed his music and tales as he made a few trades for goods. Isuma was nestled into the hood of his overtunic, hidden behind the fall of his hair and napping in the warmth of the day. His path took him near the home of a friend who he knew had been injured recently - by giant earthworms, of all things - and now that he was cleaned up it seemed like a good time to pay her a visit and make sure she had recovered.
...not that she knew that he had been there at the time she had received the injury. Ah, well, perhaps he could work around that?
He didn't have to wonder whether or not she was home, when as soon as he neared her dwelling he saw the enchantingly beautiful woman sitting out front and working with some colorful lengths of cloth. He grinned and lengthened his stride, approaching with a wave for Rexanna, and a bright greeting. He looked better than the last time she had seen him, still gaunt but with some of the shadows fading from under his eyes. "Rexanna!" he called cheerfully. "How have you been? And... what is it you're doing?" he asked curiously as he came close enough to see what she was sewing.
He walked through the streets, greeting those shop owners he'd come to know, and the regulars at the Rathskeller who enjoyed his music and tales as he made a few trades for goods. Isuma was nestled into the hood of his overtunic, hidden behind the fall of his hair and napping in the warmth of the day. His path took him near the home of a friend who he knew had been injured recently - by giant earthworms, of all things - and now that he was cleaned up it seemed like a good time to pay her a visit and make sure she had recovered.
...not that she knew that he had been there at the time she had received the injury. Ah, well, perhaps he could work around that?
He didn't have to wonder whether or not she was home, when as soon as he neared her dwelling he saw the enchantingly beautiful woman sitting out front and working with some colorful lengths of cloth. He grinned and lengthened his stride, approaching with a wave for Rexanna, and a bright greeting. He looked better than the last time she had seen him, still gaunt but with some of the shadows fading from under his eyes. "Rexanna!" he called cheerfully. "How have you been? And... what is it you're doing?" he asked curiously as he came close enough to see what she was sewing.
