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A. Sylvain's Domain: Garreg Mach Monastery

[ Sylvin slips off to Horizon quite a few times during the month. Sometimes it's at very odd hours of the day or night, usually when he just needs a few minutes away to clear his head, or perhaps find some privacy to think. He's been working on expanding visible portions of the Monastery each time he comes, so for the first month, one might find him perched on the docks, swishing his bare feet in the little inlet of water that flows in from beyond the walls, eyes closed in concentration as he scours his memories for all the details he can recall.

Or perhaps you could find him in the greenhouse off to the side, diligently trying to recreate what he remembers of the Nightbloom flowers and other blossoms he'd seen in Nocwich in one of the many flower beds. There is evidence of other attempts nearby to recreate flora he remembers from the Monastery itself and his home of Fearghus. One entire section seems to be blooming and overrun with spreading greenery that sports small pink and white blossoms that appear similar to mountain laurel. Stumbling across him here will find him with his sleeves pushed up (or shirt shed entirely, if it's a hot midafternoon) and hands buried deeply in the soil, possibly with some smudged on his cheek or brow, as he's very focused on whichever task is currently holding his attention here.

However, most often visitors to his domain will find him in or near the stables. There are several horses often stabled here and he can occasionally be found tending to them in their stalls and carrying on one-sided conversations with them (some more ridiculous than others) as if they perfectly understand him. But there are two set apart from the others that he takes special care with: a massive black stallion with a bit of a bossy and independent attitude, always eager to cause trouble, and a silvery white gelding who watches everything with a careful eye even while playing at ignoring everything and everyone around him - including Sylvain himself. While these two get a bit more spoiled in the stables, Sylvain can also be found out in the paddock with them more often than not, riding and training mounted maneuvers that he seems to know by heart, drilling moves and routines despite the fact that he's rarely wearing any armor or even holding any sort of training spear - although those do make an appearance on a few rare occasions. When done with training (or playing, as it looks more like some days) he often gives them their head and takes a good long gallop down along the treeline that borders his domain before returning to cool them down.

Should he be anywhere in between these places and spot a visitor, he'll be quick to greet them with an easy smile and a hand lifted in a cheerful wave. ]

B. Wandering

[ But sometimes the quiet and emptiness of his familiar home starts getting the best of him and the itch to wander drives him out the front gates to go exploring. He can be found exploring first the few Domains closest to his own before gradually branching out, curious about what he'll find in the others. Many of them are strange and foreign and there are several he hesitates on the outskirts of, the landscape or architecture so advanced and different to him that he doesn't feel quite right intruding there, even if his eyes do seem to be soaking up everything he can see. There's many places here full of things he doesn't even have a name for and he's a little paranoid still about venturing somewhere he shouldn't, or perhaps breaking something he doesn't know how to use correctly. But should someone stumble across him or invite him in, he'll cheerfully comply, curious to learn all he can about what he finds in this strange place. ]

[ Just when he thought he might be adjusting to things in this new city, the attack on Libertas happens and everything gets turned on its head. Sylvain is uncommonly grim and serious for the first few days afterward, even his sense of humor and charm dimmed and subdued in the aftermath. There's a bit of a shadow that seems to haunt his gaze as he goes through the motions around the Inn for the first few days of the attack, helping out wherever Mags needs him, or perhaps volunteering to give another of the inhabitants a hand with one of their chores.

Evenings find him downstairs in the Inn's tavern, perhaps nursing a drink of his own, mulling over a plate of dinner, or casually listening in to the conversations that rise up and float about the place when it's full of locals and Summoned alike. While he doesn't make it obvious that he's eavesdropping and listening in, he doesn't take a great effort to hide his interest, either.

Should he grow too restless with that, he can occasionally be found aimlessly wandering the streets of the city - half exploring new unknown places and half just... needing to get out to stretch his legs and get some fresh air and maybe clear his head. There seems to be a lot on his mind and it seems to have him very distracted from his normal mischief and flirtatious interruptions. ]

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