[ Weekends in Nocwich are something to always look forward to in what feels like long weeks for them to arrive for a handful of days over too quickly. As always, Claude's through the portals once they open to catch up with those where this is often their only chance to meet in person. This month comes now with adding another year onto his age compared to the month before and passing yet another birthday in Abraxas. That's less on his mind than his destination as he adjusts his cloak against the usual chill and a baby wyvern rustles scaly wings where he's perched on Claude's shoulder.
As has become a habit ever since it began nearly a year ago, his stepping into the square begins with a quick glance towards the rooftops as if in search of a now familiar figure waiting to be found there. A habit sometimes less conscious than other moments like this one where he's intentionally looking skyward as he walks past places just opening for the day's business. Claude's here a bit earlier than usual and thanks to arriving some time to spare, investigating the roofs can be next on his list after a little shopping first.
What he'd meant to be a brief stop into one branching corridor of market stalls predictably becomes rather more distracting after Claude's intended 'browsing' quickly becomes actually looking for things to purchase. So much for a cursory glance at what's for sale as now he's rather lost in the stationery stand he'd stopped at first. Plenty there to consider between examining a set of notecards sized for sending short things through the mail and some sturdily bound journals since the one stashed away in his bag is nearly full with scribbles.
Then there's some new pens and inks with some parchment squares out for testing each since finding something new to add to his existing ones surely wouldn't hurt; those will have to be next once he pries himself away. ]
— dion
As has become a habit ever since it began nearly a year ago, his stepping into the square begins with a quick glance towards the rooftops as if in search of a now familiar figure waiting to be found there. A habit sometimes less conscious than other moments like this one where he's intentionally looking skyward as he walks past places just opening for the day's business. Claude's here a bit earlier than usual and thanks to arriving some time to spare, investigating the roofs can be next on his list after a little shopping first.
What he'd meant to be a brief stop into one branching corridor of market stalls predictably becomes rather more distracting after Claude's intended 'browsing' quickly becomes actually looking for things to purchase. So much for a cursory glance at what's for sale as now he's rather lost in the stationery stand he'd stopped at first. Plenty there to consider between examining a set of notecards sized for sending short things through the mail and some sturdily bound journals since the one stashed away in his bag is nearly full with scribbles.
Then there's some new pens and inks with some parchment squares out for testing each since finding something new to add to his existing ones surely wouldn't hurt; those will have to be next once he pries himself away. ]