Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2021 22:34:55 GMT -6
Felix had taken to wandering again. He wasn’t intent on returning to the small grove where he had built the tiny stick-models of buildings that wouldn’t be, though he wasn’t sure he’d be able to find it again, anyway. Rather, he simply wanted to explore the realm he was in, see how far from camp he could get before either getting summoned to a trial or stumbling onto -- well, anything.
He took in the world around him - strangely comforting despite its warped state. Perhaps he’d just grown used to it. Once more, Felix questioned the wisdom of leaving camp alone. It would be smartest to ask one of the others to accompany him, (he was sure Elodie would have little problem, it might be just like the olde days) but he treasured the time to his thoughts. Besides, then the walks would drain his social battery, rather than charge it. He couldn’t exactly deny that there was a certain danger to the action, even if, thus far, he had been relatively safe. It was an anxiety that pushed him to stay back at camp.
But adventure had been in his life since he was young, following along on his parent’s medical conferences across the seas, so wandering the Fog wasn’t so far out of his comfort zone now, minus the various killers who could be stalking the place. At any rate, they probably wouldn’t see him before he saw them, unless they were going out purposefully for a hunt. A calculated risk.
He shuddered as he took in the bareness of the world around him. Time wasn’t as solid as it had been back home, Felix hated not knowing how long he’d been away from camp. An hour, at least. Maybe more. Long enough that he had started to imagine shapes in the fog. He closed his eyes and sat down -- perhaps he just needed a break.
He took in the world around him - strangely comforting despite its warped state. Perhaps he’d just grown used to it. Once more, Felix questioned the wisdom of leaving camp alone. It would be smartest to ask one of the others to accompany him, (he was sure Elodie would have little problem, it might be just like the olde days) but he treasured the time to his thoughts. Besides, then the walks would drain his social battery, rather than charge it. He couldn’t exactly deny that there was a certain danger to the action, even if, thus far, he had been relatively safe. It was an anxiety that pushed him to stay back at camp.
But adventure had been in his life since he was young, following along on his parent’s medical conferences across the seas, so wandering the Fog wasn’t so far out of his comfort zone now, minus the various killers who could be stalking the place. At any rate, they probably wouldn’t see him before he saw them, unless they were going out purposefully for a hunt. A calculated risk.
He shuddered as he took in the bareness of the world around him. Time wasn’t as solid as it had been back home, Felix hated not knowing how long he’d been away from camp. An hour, at least. Maybe more. Long enough that he had started to imagine shapes in the fog. He closed his eyes and sat down -- perhaps he just needed a break.