by THE WANDERING SORCERER
 | "This is it!" exclaimed a blonde-haired man in the center of a growing crowd, "Fiorean culture at its finest! Isn't it fantastic, my fair Clementine? They are almost as gorgeous as Pergrande's festivals!" The man shouting in the center of the crowd was none other than Fane Howler, now returning to Clover Town to repay an earlier debt. His hair was still long and wavy, his body nude and exposed except for the hair-thin rags and shawl covering it, and his bright, blue eyes so full of vigor and was as effervescent as before. With him was Clementine—a woman whom he wouldn't refer to without "my fair. . ." or "my darling. . ." being added just before he'd call to her and someone he had crossed paths with during his time in the Sevenwood. Clementine wasn't the only person had run into during his travels. Actually, he had run into a litany of fellows! But after the news of his former Lord's death resurfacing, Fane's purpose had all but vanished. He wouldn't very well kill himself, but he anguished the thought of roaming and being without a purpose. So, like anyone would, he recalled a particular run-in here in Fiore with a particular person. When he and this particular person would cross paths again, only then would his new purpose be decided. But for now, until he reached them, Clover Town was the pitstop in Clementine and his conjoined quest—and it just so happened that they were celebrating the autumn equinox when they had arrived—something that Fane had long forgotten about. "Right then," Fane continued with both hands placed triumphantly on his hips, completely turning around to face Clementine, "what is it that you would like to participate in, my fair Clementine? Would you like to know what I would like to partake in? If you're wondering, I would love to experience Fiorean cuisine! Wouldn't you?—oh, perhaps not! You are Fiorean after all! Why that's equivalent to you asking me if I would like to try some Pergranden tea! I'm such a fool, aren't I? Aren't I such a fool for inquiring such a thing? Pft." he began to giggle wryly, deriving into his usual chattiness. Suddenly, Fane stopped laughing and paused with a wondering expression and small smile. "But I don't suppose. . . you would like to partake in Fiorean cuisine this time here in Clover Town, would you, my fair Clementine?" he inquired inquisitively. On another note, Poko the Crow was not here with them like she (he?) was in the Sevenwood. It was far too crowded for her liking and opted to do other things while they were here. Fane wasn't entirely sure whether or not Poko would ever keep her word and return, but his captivation on the autumn festival was so sea-deep that he was not of the mind to ponder it. Aside from that, people stared at Fane during his monologues and shouting, but wouldn't stop to look twice. Seeing a homeless-looking man scream in the middle of a crowd was something to look at, after all, but nothing to stop for when festivities awaited you. |
WHATEVER AM I TO DO WITHOUT MY MASTER?
