[ Restlessness is something Claude's used to, and being in Abraxas never has helped him with that. Not even after all his time here, either, and not when Cadens still has so much to offer in the way of exploring with how the city shifts as all large cities do.
On this particular night, sleep was something to be postponed for later when the urge to go for a walk, see about a night market, anything was one he ranked higher than settling in with a book for the night. Said book comes with him instead tucked away in his bag as a backup plan to find a bench and read somewhere if possible, and there's a fair bit of wandering which happens before he finds the market he had in mind and browses for some snacks for this adventure.
A bench is precisely where Claude ends up after all with a paper cone of some fried dough snacks rolled through savory spices set on top of his bag next to him. That book's in his hand though rather than what he'd hoped, he's doing more of a staring-at-the-same-page for a while than actually reading it or absorbing anything. It makes it all the easier to look up when someone speaks and even more so when he realizes it's on one of his favorite topics - the stars - though it's also more than that.
Wait a minute - ]
Were you an astronomer back home? [ Well. That's not exactly what Claude meant to ask while shutting his book as that attempt to read is now truly forgotten, but: it's a start as he looks at the other. ] Or a scholar of the stars since that sounded awfully like a possibility, or maybe I'm just flattering myself by calling my own research of the stars here that. What's your favorite one from home?
[ Star, constellation, anything in between - all acceptable answers to him. ]
wandering!
On this particular night, sleep was something to be postponed for later when the urge to go for a walk, see about a night market, anything was one he ranked higher than settling in with a book for the night. Said book comes with him instead tucked away in his bag as a backup plan to find a bench and read somewhere if possible, and there's a fair bit of wandering which happens before he finds the market he had in mind and browses for some snacks for this adventure.
A bench is precisely where Claude ends up after all with a paper cone of some fried dough snacks rolled through savory spices set on top of his bag next to him. That book's in his hand though rather than what he'd hoped, he's doing more of a staring-at-the-same-page for a while than actually reading it or absorbing anything. It makes it all the easier to look up when someone speaks and even more so when he realizes it's on one of his favorite topics - the stars - though it's also more than that.
Wait a minute - ]
Were you an astronomer back home? [ Well. That's not exactly what Claude meant to ask while shutting his book as that attempt to read is now truly forgotten, but: it's a start as he looks at the other. ] Or a scholar of the stars since that sounded awfully like a possibility, or maybe I'm just flattering myself by calling my own research of the stars here that. What's your favorite one from home?
[ Star, constellation, anything in between - all acceptable answers to him. ]