As much as Eero enjoyed the usual conveniences of being in a city, the constant presence of large quantities of people exhausted him. He was about ready to take leave from Hargeon, when he came across a park, tucked away from the crowds. /"Perhaps I won't need to leave just yet."/ Eero thought to himself as he walked around the green scenery. Even though it was cooler under the shade of trees, the moisture in the air got thicker, which made Eero regret wearing his full black and tight attire. He could feel sweat forming on his forehead as he sat down on a bench that sat along the pavement. Thankfully, he brought plenty of water with him. Eero felt slightly sad that this weather was very ill-suited for his favourite drink - tea. /"They say that you should combat heat with heat, but I don't know about that."/ He thought sourly as he took out his leather-bound diary.
Eero was going over highlights of the past week. Nothing much had happened, aside from his adventure with the passports. The research of his own magic didn't progress at all, but he had a few hunches that he needed to go over and find more information about. The artifact quietly reminded him of his long-standing goal - reveal its mystery and the mystery of his mild case of amnesia. The calmness of the park was slowly getting to him, making his eyelids heavy. Eero wasn't tired per se, but something about the atmosphere... He felt his eyes close and dozed off, sitting back on the bench as the diary slipped from his fingers.
Eero was going over highlights of the past week. Nothing much had happened, aside from his adventure with the passports. The research of his own magic didn't progress at all, but he had a few hunches that he needed to go over and find more information about. The artifact quietly reminded him of his long-standing goal - reveal its mystery and the mystery of his mild case of amnesia. The calmness of the park was slowly getting to him, making his eyelids heavy. Eero wasn't tired per se, but something about the atmosphere... He felt his eyes close and dozed off, sitting back on the bench as the diary slipped from his fingers.