11-01-2016, 07:08 PM
He tread quietly through the common gathering place. The frequently used trails the only thing barren of snow. He was unencumbered by the frigid air, his youth in the tundra had always served him well in the winter. He’d always been an awkward man, shy of social contact, and yet he found himself craving it, tired of the solitude. Solitude was good for the soul, but only for a time. Too much, and it could play tricks with the mind. He was on the cusp, teetering on the ledge of self conversation. It was high time he emerged from the outskirts and into the ebb and flow of regular society. Awkward….he watched trying to figure out which face looked amicable enough to approach. They all looked the same, these faces, all minding their own business, engrossed in their own affairs. Who was he to trespass on their time? To what end? He grapples with the urge to simply turn and leave, but something holds him there, captive in his own mind, warring with himself. He is an odd figure against the stark snow. Standing there, ostracized by none but himself. OOC: Forgive me it’s been ages. I’ll improve, I swear! |