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I stepped lightly into the cobblestone streets, the figment of my creation, Rusc, following close behind me. It's a hot summer day, and the clouds nor the wind had decided to show up. After months of traveling, today it had begun to take its toll on me. The bustling streets of people made the heat even worse, but nonetheless, we walked forward. Clutched tightly in my hand was a piece of parchment carrying multiple symbols and sentences. I had refrained from mentioning to my partner that we had been lost for days at a time. But now things looked brighter as we approached a large wooden door. I took a deep breath. "Okay, Rusc. This is it. I think I finally found a well bodied establishment to fit ourselves in."
The blonde young man placed his hand behind his head, running his fingernails into his skull. Rusc wasn't really what you deemed 'good company', but he sure was a picturesque being with gleaming brown eyes and a smile to light up the world. If only he were real... "Are you sure you want to do this?" He questioned, "I mean, you're an avid writer in my book, but...what about all the others?" He pointed his callused fingers at the billboard posted in the middle of the door. "Doesn't 'Nation' mean anything to you?"
Did I mention I had also refrained from telling him I was completely out of ideas on where to turn at this point? Yeah, that probably could have helped his understanding. "All the more room to find a good place to settle in!" I reminded him kindly. I had my doubts myself, of course. Bursting into a place like this with no preferences on anything would make 'fitting in' and 'settling down' a tough route to follow. But it was tougher being a wanderer. I unhatched the door. Terrified? No. Scared? A little. But I had the best creation in the world by my side, and a whole idea set of how things might turn out to be in a place like this...
The name's Allie. Nice to meetcha'!
The blonde young man placed his hand behind his head, running his fingernails into his skull. Rusc wasn't really what you deemed 'good company', but he sure was a picturesque being with gleaming brown eyes and a smile to light up the world. If only he were real... "Are you sure you want to do this?" He questioned, "I mean, you're an avid writer in my book, but...what about all the others?" He pointed his callused fingers at the billboard posted in the middle of the door. "Doesn't 'Nation' mean anything to you?"
Did I mention I had also refrained from telling him I was completely out of ideas on where to turn at this point? Yeah, that probably could have helped his understanding. "All the more room to find a good place to settle in!" I reminded him kindly. I had my doubts myself, of course. Bursting into a place like this with no preferences on anything would make 'fitting in' and 'settling down' a tough route to follow. But it was tougher being a wanderer. I unhatched the door. Terrified? No. Scared? A little. But I had the best creation in the world by my side, and a whole idea set of how things might turn out to be in a place like this...
The name's Allie. Nice to meetcha'!