holmcross: A blue-haired boy sits on a precipice overlooking what might be the Grand Canyon... or someplace on another planet. (Default)
There are some times when company gets suffocating, for someone used to being by himself. This isn't one of those times, but there had been one of them, a week ago. Everything seemed too close, everyone seemed too loud.

So he'd made his apologies, and Rudy had headed out, promising he'd meet up with everyone in Court Seim.

He hadn't given any indication as to when he'd be there, and for that, he was glad. It would've been nice to have someone to talk to, at this point, but at least this way he wasn't expected at a given time. He could travel as long as he wanted, too, without having to stop and sleep for longer than he needed.

But it was quiet.

Or, at least, it had been...

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holmcross: A blue-haired boy sits on a precipice overlooking what might be the Grand Canyon... or someplace on another planet. (Default)
Rudy Roughnight

January 2012

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