Flemyng was a curious reosean. Many didn't know of him, but if they did run across him, it was usually an interaction that stood out in their minds as strange or memorial at the very least. He said little that made sense, his sense of wordplay often cryptic or dancing around a subject, and those that did get answers out of him often left with more questions. Those that did know of him could state though that he had an air of mystery around him, a feeling of wisdom and age far beyond what his frame would indicate.
All of this lead to an unremarkable graveyard in a mostly unremarkable city, following a gut feeling that he needed to be there. It would be the right place at the right time, or so he would say if questioned, which was true in a sense. Flemyng found himself in places that would be important, or somewhere to meet someone who would make a mark on some sort of history, but wasn't often the one to be making those moments himself. No, he rather liked being a witness to it all, or somewhere where he could give someone the push they needed to become what fate intended.
He didn't know why he was here, the cold air chilling his bones in the middle of the night, but his paws pulled him forward, the motion keeping him warm enough in the snowy atmosphere.
The graveyard was well tended. Stones were carefully swept clean, paths were well kept, and the lacework's feet walked on frozen dirt instead of drifting snow. As he glanced along the paths, nothing stood amiss, nothing called to his attention. He wasn't worried though, he would notice what it was he was supposed to see soon enough. A building at the edge of the property drew his eye, even though there was nothing remarkable about it, and he knew that to be his destination. Peering through the windows, he figured it to be a resting place for the one that cared for this place - small and tidy. Steady breathing could be heart within once he put his ears up to one of the windows, and something in his soul knew this was what he was looking for - whoever the mysterous being was within.
Smirking, Flemying settled down nearby, his thicker frame and tufts of fur keeping him warm enough as he found a large headstone to block the wind. He kept the door of the place within view as he waited for destiny to show itself.
QueenOfOpals
Flemyng was a curious reosean. Many didn't know of him, but if they did run across him, it was usually an interaction that stood out in their minds as strange or memorial at the very least. He said little that made sense, his sense of wordplay often cryptic or dancing around a subject, and those that did get answers out of him often left with more questions. Those that did know of him could state though that he had an air of mystery around him, a feeling of wisdom and age far beyond what his frame would indicate. All of this lead to an unremarkable graveyard in a mostly unremarkable city, following a gut feeling that he needed to be there. It would be the right place at the right time, or so he would say if questioned, which was true in a sense. Flemyng found himself in places that would be important, or somewhere to meet someone who would make a mark on some sort of history, but wasn't often the one to be making those moments himself. No, he rather liked being a witness to it all, or somewhere where he could give someone the push they needed to become what fate intended. He didn't know why he was here, the cold air chilling his bones in the middle of the night, but his paws pulled him forward, the motion keeping him warm enough in the snowy atmosphere. The graveyard was well tended. Stones were carefully swept clean, paths were well kept, and the lacework's feet walked on frozen dirt instead of drifting snow. As he glanced along the paths, nothing stood amiss, nothing called to his attention. He wasn't worried though, he would notice what it was he was supposed to see soon enough. A building at the edge of the property drew his eye, even though there was nothing remarkable about it, and he knew that to be his destination. Peering through the windows, he figured it to be a resting place for the one that cared for this place - small and tidy. Steady breathing could be heart within once he put his ears up to one of the windows, and something in his soul knew this was what he was looking for - whoever the mysterous being was within. Smirking, Flemying settled down nearby, his thicker frame and tufts of fur keeping him warm enough as he found a large headstone to block the wind. He kept the door of the place within view as he waited for destiny to show itself.
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