Richard tossed a coin into the fountain. He didn't much believe in luck but he needed it. The city life was kind of new to him, having spent most of his time either in the forest or at the orphanage. The sounds of cars and the chatter of passers-by was rather new to him to. The only things he'd really adapted to were music, books and board games primarily chess. Even shaving was a confusing unknown to him. He took a seat at the fountain bench, hands clasped behind his head. Even the Scroll he had been given confused him to an extent, granted all he really used it for was music. The noise still kept him up at night, no wonder he was so tired all the time with airships flying in overhead. The school was a mess of sounds and things he honestly didn’t understand.
He was here to learn, to adapt to the environment and meet people but alas he hadn't really succeeded in either of these goals so far, instead having gone to an old book shop run by a short quiet old lady. He sighed, he'd struggle with people for much longer at this rate and his height didn't help. He went unnoticed in a crowd. Well he didn't need to be tall to beat them, just made it harder for them to see or hit him but it did make things awkward when talking to far taller people which the school seemed to have lots of.
He hoped something or someone interesting might come his way. He immersed himself in a newspaper lying next to him, sitting legs crossed on the bench.
He was here to learn, to adapt to the environment and meet people but alas he hadn't really succeeded in either of these goals so far, instead having gone to an old book shop run by a short quiet old lady. He sighed, he'd struggle with people for much longer at this rate and his height didn't help. He went unnoticed in a crowd. Well he didn't need to be tall to beat them, just made it harder for them to see or hit him but it did make things awkward when talking to far taller people which the school seemed to have lots of.
He hoped something or someone interesting might come his way. He immersed himself in a newspaper lying next to him, sitting legs crossed on the bench.