10-13-2023, 11:03 PM
I still don't know what year it is.
But it's Autumn, if that helps paint a clearer picture.
And yes, I still go by Flamecloak, although it's lame if I'm the only one ever calling myself by that nickname. So I'll stop doing that. It's cringe, as the people of Galvia say.
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I've started settling in the city a bit more. You get used to how monochormatic it is. Is that the right word? Think it is, anyway. But there are always new projects being worked on, from new parks to buildings being remodeled, it's...
Frankly a bit impressive, the rate at which this city works. There's a reason it has stood for so long, through many convergences, and it's not only because of the people, but at how efficient it is. So credit where credit is due.
On the topic of the people, however, most of them are just fine. And that's all I can really say about that. While others are, ah, a bit harder to approach, considering their distaste towards 'Tourists', as we're called.
But I understand, I would be wary of a sudden influx of outsiders as well.
Me and my Mrs. have yet to move into a house, although we have our eyes on one. If things go well, and the godawful paperwork is signed, maybe we'll see ourselves moving in very soon. It's honestly adorable how excited she is at the prospect of living in the same house as me. I find myself feeling very lucky.
Aside from that, I've finally found work in the city. From a man called Strici. It's not much, but it should be just enough for me to integrate myself-- not as an outsider, but hopefully as a citizen, one day. Hopefully he leaves in a good word to Raza Khan if I manage to do a good job. He said he would.
...There's also something else I would like to bring up, maybe just to affirm myself, in some way. Lately I've been feeling like I'm being watched. Everywhere I go, like there are eyes glued to me. And I know I am-- I know I'm not insane. I've barely been able to get enough rest because of it and it's... it's starting to hurt my head. I've even started sleeping in some damn cell room in the sewers just so I can try to escape those eyes, but-- it hasn't changed.
...Maybe it's just my imagination.
-Rowan Stigr
But it's Autumn, if that helps paint a clearer picture.
And yes, I still go by Flamecloak, although it's lame if I'm the only one ever calling myself by that nickname. So I'll stop doing that. It's cringe, as the people of Galvia say.
______________________________________________________________________________________________
I've started settling in the city a bit more. You get used to how monochormatic it is. Is that the right word? Think it is, anyway. But there are always new projects being worked on, from new parks to buildings being remodeled, it's...
Frankly a bit impressive, the rate at which this city works. There's a reason it has stood for so long, through many convergences, and it's not only because of the people, but at how efficient it is. So credit where credit is due.
On the topic of the people, however, most of them are just fine. And that's all I can really say about that. While others are, ah, a bit harder to approach, considering their distaste towards 'Tourists', as we're called.
But I understand, I would be wary of a sudden influx of outsiders as well.
Me and my Mrs. have yet to move into a house, although we have our eyes on one. If things go well, and the godawful paperwork is signed, maybe we'll see ourselves moving in very soon. It's honestly adorable how excited she is at the prospect of living in the same house as me. I find myself feeling very lucky.
Aside from that, I've finally found work in the city. From a man called Strici. It's not much, but it should be just enough for me to integrate myself-- not as an outsider, but hopefully as a citizen, one day. Hopefully he leaves in a good word to Raza Khan if I manage to do a good job. He said he would.
...There's also something else I would like to bring up, maybe just to affirm myself, in some way. Lately I've been feeling like I'm being watched. Everywhere I go, like there are eyes glued to me. And I know I am-- I know I'm not insane. I've barely been able to get enough rest because of it and it's... it's starting to hurt my head. I've even started sleeping in some damn cell room in the sewers just so I can try to escape those eyes, but-- it hasn't changed.
...Maybe it's just my imagination.
-Rowan Stigr