Spoiler: Ambient Music for the Ambient Tingz ⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙ ⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙ The streets were filled with the usual citizens, traveling merchants, and patrolling guards. They kept to what they were doing, paying not much mind to anything other than their own business. One could practically say the same thing for a particular Estalar Brood, roaming the streets of Old Town, a crimson red scarf pulled up to cover the lower half of his face. Those around him paid him no mind, save for a few glances of suspicion, but the Brood kept to himself as he walked along, hands kept to his side. He had no real set destination. He simply just followed along where the gentle breeze of today pushed him, his half-blind gaze only focused ahead of him, occasionally looking around for anyone dumb enough to try and attack him, his hand clinging to something wrapped in bandages. Upon further look, it was clear that it was a sheathe to a weapon; a katana. Though, perhaps he would also be dumb for drawing an illegal weapon in public. After crossing a bridge, or at least until the middle of it, he gazed out towards the water, at the sunrise. “Another day to bask in the sunlight,” he spoke to himself quietly. He always was unsure of them, as he sometimes thought one day, it would be his last. Therefore, he always enjoyed seeing the sunset. A way of showing that he survived another day. With a quiet hum, he continued across the bridge, when the wind vanished. To his right, he spotted a rather small building, with a rather pleasant aroma of food and drinks. It caused him to stop in his tracks, looking towards the building, at the sign by the entrance. The Nestled Nook Inn Perking a brow, he made his way inside, allowing his arms to fully rest, his hand dropping from the concealed weapon. It was fairly busy, but not in a stressful way. Seeing an empty seat, he sat himself and waited patiently, lowering his scarf to fully show the lengthy scar over his right, blind eye. Of course in a place like Regalia, such sights were rather common. Even on an Estalar Brood. Soon enough, a woman with pale skin and bright, fair hair, came up to him and took his order. He didn’t want much. Just a glass of whiskey, offering a small smirk and a two-finger wave as he paid. After a little moment, his drink came, and the taste pleased him. “Glad I stopped here of all places,” he thought to himself, listening to the bantering of other patrons, especially to that of one War Dynasty Sihai. Only one of his eyes was visible, as the other was covered by his hair, and he had a rather bored look on his face, yet still looked as if he was enjoying himself. Only one thought really came to his mind upon seeing him. “Edgy.” Soon enough he joined in on the bantering, teasing the Sihai occasionally, as a smile appeared on his face, and even ordering a few more drinks. He learned the names of the bartender serving him, an Ailor woman named Sylvi, as well as the young Sihai whom he conversed with, Yasuke. In trade, he let them know his own name, or at least, what he was going by. “Milo. Pleasure to meet you,” he spoke with a grin. After a couple or so hours, the place seemed to settle. Someone was on the stage, wearing an eyepatch and playing the piano. Again, not the weirdest scene. But other than that, there was not much other noise other than the banter between Milo and his newfound friends, as well as the other patrons. Then came in someone who would add to the bantering. She had elf-like ears, likely an Altalar. Her hair was a ginger-red, and she held a look of confidence. One might say cockiness in a way. Soon enough, she joined the conversation between the small group, consisting of Milo, Yasuke, and Sylvi. Like her expression might have told, it was clear she was the confident type. Her way of words was odd, but as Milo always told himself, he has seen weirder things. "Never thought something could ever be /corking./" After some time, and a few more drinks, he learned her name. Or at least, the part that he knew how to pronounce. "Fen." ⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙ Standing on a bridge, somewhere out where he couldn't be disturbed, Milo sat on the railing. It was a familiar bridge that Milo often went to for meditation, or to think. As he finished his recent meditation, he looked out over the water, to see the sunrise greeting him. Seeing the sight, a small smile, which was rare but becoming common for him again these days, crept onto his features as he grabbed the lute that was kept over his back, beginning to play a small, soft melody. "Another day to bask in the sunlight." Spoiler: Text Details "[Example]" Speaking "[Example]" Thinking [Example] Past [Example] Present
