Lester Drynedi ❀ D Rank ❀ Guildless
The city had lured him here from across Fiore, the opportunities here, the vibrant streets which had pumped and gushed with individual lives. The youth had stumbled in the get away from the drunken masses, for one he did not understand the need for alcohol, Lester had seen it destroy the lives of families and rip parents apart as if alcohol had been a call to arms during the war.
A soft thump indicated that his bag had pinned the floor down, whilst it had been the stories of diversity and interest which lured him here the male had not been expecting a town such as this to exist, 16 years of life had not prepared him for nightlife more active than a pet store packed with children. A shudder knocked down his back when he had sink down into a booth, a glance at the clock had made him realize how late the night had gotten. 7 o'clock and he hadn't had a bite since noon. Was it coincidence? the thought had tackled his mind whilst he peered around the restaurant's interior.
Nevermind, he had escaped the hordes of frightful friday night dwellers, and whilst it hadn't been quiet or peaceful there the buzz of others in the room had been welcomed by the flustered young man. After a failed attempt to flatten the bone white mass of hair on his head his fingers had nimbly folded his coat up and placed it on the seat. Calm, like a spring day where the scents of daffodil and fresh grass were sewn into the breeze, like a field of green grass being pulled at by the unseen forces of wind in unison Lester had to be composed.
Non-existent dirt specs had been brushed away as he swept his hand across the black cotton of his V-necked shirt, the scent of food had taken over his senses, hunger had begun to scrabble at the insides of his stomach like a trapped rat. As he plunged his scarf which threatened to strangle him Lester focused on a menu of sorts which perched in his grasp. The thin fabric held smells from home, he noted poppy and hay in the folds of the chartreuse yellow green accessory, the aroma of his scarf might stave off the hunger whilst he ordered.
Eyes softened as he had slid thin framed glasses to rest on his nose, now he could read the finely printed words at the end of the menu ‘Silver Moon Inn presents the desserts’ that sounded a little familiar, he had only been wandering outside his small village hometown for about a month however. He slid back a little into the comforts of the chair, had it been in a magazine or something? Perhaps they had been in a newspaper. Fingers spread he had placed the menu open on the table, a slight mutter passed his lip, “Silver Moon Inn? Where have I heard that before”
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