Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181201055129

The man in the wall, different to the boy, is quick to notice the shade in their eyes. Are they aggravated by Prad's presence? A simple mortal? Far from knowing the genesis of their dis-contentment, he never the less gleams some object of joy from the various court attendants. Something so frail, so easily shredded, to be untouched by any and all, if only to avoid spoiling the sacrifice.

A pariah to crowded spots, as he was in the latest range of his life, Prad is slow to note the people's awareness of his attempt, instead avoiding looking at them directly, afraid of the inert illusinary puddles. His pace increases, hastened to the place where one can get breakfast. He wishes to see how close his nightmare was to the real spot.