It's strange, but even after travelling all over Areulla and visiting many towns and cities and varying sizes, the feeling of entering a new village for the first time was always exciting. So much so that just thinking about where he was, taking the time to look at his surroundings and explore a little, helped to calm Caius. Of course he was worried about Rubia, his other friends, his now lost brother... But everything just seemed to take a backseat for a moment.
Taking slow steps on each well walked path of the village, taking in every little tree and building along the way. The village had a sort of odd beauty about it. No, maybe not beauty. It's a hard feeling for him to describe. Caius can barely stop himself from breaking into a run and checking out all the village has to offer in a instant! But running headlong into things rarely gave any favourable results. It would be better to slow down, amble for a moment or two, enjoy this moment while it lasts. After all, once he's seen all there is to see in the village this strange feeling would vanish.
It seems this village has a fountain, quite the novel sight to the boy. Whilst Janna had many intricate and overwhelming water ways it never had something this simple. Caius walks into the plaza and admires the water feature, stepping around it and looking it over. How is it possible to make water flow like that anyway?
Stopping for a moment, he smiles to himself. He never would have thought he would be comparing Janna to anything like this. Have his standards really rose from what they were in the past? Back then, Fern would be at the front of his mind whenever he entered somewhere new. But now, here he was comparing the capital to this village as though it were his hometown. But as Rubia said time and time again, would it really be worth comparing a tiny town like Fern to something like this? Fern didn't have multi-storey buildings like this. Or a fountain. Or even proper pathways! The closest thing Fern would ever have to a fountain would be a well-- No, they're just much too different from one another. Different in more ways than Caius could probably ever think of.
Having finished inspecting the fountain, Caius turns to walk off down another path. What else could this village have past a simple fountain? ...He wants to find out, sooner rather than later. All thoughts about savouring the moment are pushed aside as Caius takes off down the path and off into another part of the village. It wasn't like he was wasting this novel feeling, rather he was just trying to enjoy as much of it as he could at once.
Caius Qualls | Tales of the Tempest | Reserved 3/3
First Person: Q&A, please!
Third Person:
It's strange, but even after travelling all over Areulla and visiting many towns and cities and varying sizes, the feeling of entering a new village for the first time was always exciting. So much so that just thinking about where he was, taking the time to look at his surroundings and explore a little, helped to calm Caius. Of course he was worried about Rubia, his other friends, his now lost brother... But everything just seemed to take a backseat for a moment.
Taking slow steps on each well walked path of the village, taking in every little tree and building along the way. The village had a sort of odd beauty about it. No, maybe not beauty. It's a hard feeling for him to describe. Caius can barely stop himself from breaking into a run and checking out all the village has to offer in a instant! But running headlong into things rarely gave any favourable results. It would be better to slow down, amble for a moment or two, enjoy this moment while it lasts. After all, once he's seen all there is to see in the village this strange feeling would vanish.
It seems this village has a fountain, quite the novel sight to the boy. Whilst Janna had many intricate and overwhelming water ways it never had something this simple. Caius walks into the plaza and admires the water feature, stepping around it and looking it over. How is it possible to make water flow like that anyway?
Stopping for a moment, he smiles to himself. He never would have thought he would be comparing Janna to anything like this. Have his standards really rose from what they were in the past? Back then, Fern would be at the front of his mind whenever he entered somewhere new. But now, here he was comparing the capital to this village as though it were his hometown. But as Rubia said time and time again, would it really be worth comparing a tiny town like Fern to something like this? Fern didn't have multi-storey buildings like this. Or a fountain. Or even proper pathways! The closest thing Fern would ever have to a fountain would be a well-- No, they're just much too different from one another. Different in more ways than Caius could probably ever think of.
Having finished inspecting the fountain, Caius turns to walk off down another path. What else could this village have past a simple fountain? ...He wants to find out, sooner rather than later. All thoughts about savouring the moment are pushed aside as Caius takes off down the path and off into another part of the village. It wasn't like he was wasting this novel feeling, rather he was just trying to enjoy as much of it as he could at once.