[Oliver] A Big Man in a Big City
Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2022 6:55 pm
15th of Searing, 4622
Ethan hopped off the back of the caravan, pack in hand. Gods, it was cold here! He shivered, pulling his rucksack closer and straightening up to his full seven foot height. He had a coat on, a basic wool thing his mother had sent him off with, but it was meant to counter the winters of Grisic not the snowdrifts here! He cupped his hands around his mouth and blew into them, looking around. The caravan owner shooed him off, having long since ceased to be afraid of the affable giant.
"Oh! Sorry..." Ethan apologized, copying his words in sign. He of course didn't hear the man's muttering reply. He didn't hear much of anything, in fact. His eardrums had been blown out long ago, leaving him with no hearing at all. Like the snow around him the world was blanketed in silence. Even if the movement around him told him it was busy, he stood there quietly for a moment, marveling at the sheer size of the place. He caught sight of a few choice gestures, and open mouths shouting at him. From what he could gather, they wanted him out of the damn road. He blushed and shuffled over to the side of the street, watching the relieved traffic pass by. Oh dear. It was finally hitting him. He didn't have his siblings there. There were no brothers to laugh and sign at him that they were going to get a sausage bowl at a bar. No home to go to.
Ethan was alone, and that thought filled him with dread. He didn't want to rely on his magic. He shouldn't be using it. It was a horrible, horrible curse on his soul. Using it would just make it worse, and bury its claws deep within him until he changed into a monster or worse. But what was he supposed to do? Stand here? He signed at a few people, who peered at his hand gestures and then ignored him.
"Goodness." Ethan sighed. Well, he needed to get warm. That was first on the list. He walked down the street, until he found the sign for a bar. Thankfully they were universal in every country, and he smiled at the smell of beer and food cooking. He ducked into the doorway and, upon straightening up, conked his head on a low hanging beam. He winced, rubbing the top of his skull and twisting around to look at it. Alright. That was unnecessary. He found a chair to sit in, and felt the wood protest as he sat down. His knees hit the top of the table. Was nothing built for him here?
He folded his hands neatly and looked around, as if expecting to be given a menu.
Ethan hopped off the back of the caravan, pack in hand. Gods, it was cold here! He shivered, pulling his rucksack closer and straightening up to his full seven foot height. He had a coat on, a basic wool thing his mother had sent him off with, but it was meant to counter the winters of Grisic not the snowdrifts here! He cupped his hands around his mouth and blew into them, looking around. The caravan owner shooed him off, having long since ceased to be afraid of the affable giant.
"Oh! Sorry..." Ethan apologized, copying his words in sign. He of course didn't hear the man's muttering reply. He didn't hear much of anything, in fact. His eardrums had been blown out long ago, leaving him with no hearing at all. Like the snow around him the world was blanketed in silence. Even if the movement around him told him it was busy, he stood there quietly for a moment, marveling at the sheer size of the place. He caught sight of a few choice gestures, and open mouths shouting at him. From what he could gather, they wanted him out of the damn road. He blushed and shuffled over to the side of the street, watching the relieved traffic pass by. Oh dear. It was finally hitting him. He didn't have his siblings there. There were no brothers to laugh and sign at him that they were going to get a sausage bowl at a bar. No home to go to.
Ethan was alone, and that thought filled him with dread. He didn't want to rely on his magic. He shouldn't be using it. It was a horrible, horrible curse on his soul. Using it would just make it worse, and bury its claws deep within him until he changed into a monster or worse. But what was he supposed to do? Stand here? He signed at a few people, who peered at his hand gestures and then ignored him.
"Goodness." Ethan sighed. Well, he needed to get warm. That was first on the list. He walked down the street, until he found the sign for a bar. Thankfully they were universal in every country, and he smiled at the smell of beer and food cooking. He ducked into the doorway and, upon straightening up, conked his head on a low hanging beam. He winced, rubbing the top of his skull and twisting around to look at it. Alright. That was unnecessary. He found a chair to sit in, and felt the wood protest as he sat down. His knees hit the top of the table. Was nothing built for him here?
He folded his hands neatly and looked around, as if expecting to be given a menu.
