[ For as much as he loves people, now and then Vanadi doesn't mind a stroll through... well, not exactly nature, but the outskirts of Exsilium. The place where broken down buildings become more common than the working sort, the people get far scruffier, and in some places, the silence is beautiful.
He'd come with a lunch he doesn't need, a walk in mind, and a mind full of the pleasantly addictive haze of the bloodthistle drug. Any day is gorgeous with bloodthistle, whether he has to bring along an umbrella (he does, although it's only sprinkling) or not.
He settles himself down on some relatively dry crumble of what used to be a fountain, eyes turning to the sky, and... wait a second. Was that a girl? ]
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He'd come with a lunch he doesn't need, a walk in mind, and a mind full of the pleasantly addictive haze of the bloodthistle drug. Any day is gorgeous with bloodthistle, whether he has to bring along an umbrella (he does, although it's only sprinkling) or not.
He settles himself down on some relatively dry crumble of what used to be a fountain, eyes turning to the sky, and... wait a second. Was that a girl? ]