Almost spring again, huh?
Condor’s looking at the cherry leaves littering the pathways when he thinks this; He was standing by Cerise's new noticeboard, picking up a new busywork task for the day. Well, busywork isn't anything that's changed much, something about earning his keep and keeping boredom away.
It was turning spring in Upper Ateon around the time he arrived in Templehelm, but in Templehelm it seemed that winter was already beginning to turn. New people and rules, an abundance of magic and power, new gods foisted into his life. Half a year’s passed since that time. When it happened, Condor couldn't help but feel.. uprooted, melancholic. And scared shitless, as it were.
Who wouldn't? The one stable presence in his life gone in a flash, his lifestyle meeting a sudden change and new terrible or wonderful things happening everyday. Templehelm was full of danger, and Condor had to wonder at the time why it didn't excite him. People harped on him for talking about taking opportunities when they came knocking, and he never did. At the time, Condor really felt angry for the new life foisted on him.
As the seasons turn, he guessed that now he feels like he has plenty of opportunities and people to lean on if he fails. He can't say he felt like that before, but the… too-kind people here make him feel like he's had a change in attitude.
Condor rubs his chin, turning his attention away. Geez, it wasn't like him to wax poetic about shit like the trees- He's not normally smart enough for stuff like that. Are the people getting to him, or is it the environment? Well, his brother always liked books, so it makes sense that Condor was drawn to a place like the library. He wasn't able to make him a better person in life, so make him one in death. Something like that.
Condor revels in the cool breeze for a while longer. Spring felt different here.
Condor's next thought: "Can I clean this leaf litter garbage up or will the wildlings(read: Beroe) be pissed off at me??"
HOORAY FOR THE NEW FORUM! When I do creative writing assignments I tend to skew towards "reflective". Here's some not-so-clear writings focusing on new beginnings for my boy Condor.
Hoping the new forum and prompts helps me branch out more :D!
[EDITS: Fixed formatting for darkmode!]
