There had been gatherings in his City, crowded market places, fountains in the early mornings filled with children at play and mothers doing the wash, in the evenings lovers sitting on the edges listening to music in the square, or dancing. Midday was quiet because it was so hot everyone without out a nefarious plan was inside sleeping until the heat eased, the winds blowing once again from the bay instead of the interior Drylands.
He heard a grunt in his chest, acknowledging what was said, that this awful part was almost over.
If it had only been the noise of people, Ferox would not have been so anxious, it was those unexpected things that were inorganic and more difficult to meld into some reassuring background noise that would have the hair on the back of his neck rising. That Dean was comfortable said they were nothing to be concerned about, but most of the chaos could not be put into a recognizable pattern.
The first time he went out to Orient, Ferox ended up taking one of the buses to the Point, he had tried the trains, like the maps and other information Dean's sharing gave him, but the sound drove him away...the bus was bad enough. Slowly, some of these strange things were becoming 'normal', the panic much less than in those first days when the constant honking of horns and buzzing of strange lights had every nerve protesting. Never felt so out of place in all of his layers, never so stressed as that first year when, although he knew his own story, couldn't guess how this layer would twist the tale into something unrecognizable. Not that he ever met a dragon or darkspawn, thankfully...perhaps those creatures were represented by the differences that he could not comprehend.
The train soon arrived and keeping a tight grip, so as not to be separated, they soon found seats and a breath that Ferox had been holding for sometime, exhaled with relief.
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He heard a grunt in his chest, acknowledging what was said, that this awful part was almost over.
If it had only been the noise of people, Ferox would not have been so anxious, it was those unexpected things that were inorganic and more difficult to meld into some reassuring background noise that would have the hair on the back of his neck rising. That Dean was comfortable said they were nothing to be concerned about, but most of the chaos could not be put into a recognizable pattern.
The first time he went out to Orient, Ferox ended up taking one of the buses to the Point, he had tried the trains, like the maps and other information Dean's sharing gave him, but the sound drove him away...the bus was bad enough. Slowly, some of these strange things were becoming 'normal', the panic much less than in those first days when the constant honking of horns and buzzing of strange lights had every nerve protesting. Never felt so out of place in all of his layers, never so stressed as that first year when, although he knew his own story, couldn't guess how this layer would twist the tale into something unrecognizable. Not that he ever met a dragon or darkspawn, thankfully...perhaps those creatures were represented by the differences that he could not comprehend.
The train soon arrived and keeping a tight grip, so as not to be separated, they soon found seats and a breath that Ferox had been holding for sometime, exhaled with relief.