[Early on in the day, David can be found crunching through the snow west of the city, walking where the shoreline met the more stable earth. The rhythmically soothing sound of the waves was peaceful and left him feeling a certain ease of existence he hadn't known in a long time. A golden retriever races back and forth across rocks mixed with snow not far from him, chasing sandpipers and crabs across the shore and occasionally dancing with the waves, running at the receding waters and then away from them as they advance. He plops down on a large rock, crossing his legs, and tugs the borrowed blanket around his shoulders for warmth, looking out at the bay.]
Day of Lefkokó B.
[ The vibrant, cheerful energy of Didymos in the midst of celebration is infectious for David. He joins in on drinks, food, dancing, anything he stumbles across with enthusiasm, occasionally borrowing an instrument or joining in on a ballad or song once he gets a feel for the words and rhythm of it. The food and drink of the festival catch his attention most, though, and at any given time he isn't without something in hand, sampling a strange sweet or an interesting smelling drink and then cheerfully offering to share with whoever is nearest.
More than anything though, David joins in on the dancing, thrilled at the opportunity to catch the nearest person by the hand and tug them into a fast-paced dance he has only recently learned the steps to and is far more focused on the rhythm than the pre-designed dance moves. He's a good dancer, at least, and unlikely to step on any toes as he offers a genuine smile, the lights reflected in his bright eyes. ]
Think they'll do this again next year? [He's never been to such a celebration, and he hopes to whatever deities are watching that he'll be alive to enjoy it again next season.]
(OOC: David really loves dancing and he's a ridiculous goofball. He is probably smiling at everyone with what looks a lot like a lovestruck look.)
Day of Lefkokó C.
[David had fully intended to catch the airship back to the other city, but the trip to Didymos the day before had left his sky legs more than a little wobbly. He had loved and thrilled in the flight but the experience was so new and the air up there so much thinner that he had left the airship feeling woozy and unsteady, the world feeling as if it was still swaying beneath him.
By evening he realizes he let himself get too caught up and the airship has already left for the day, which presents him with a problem. He didn't have any gold, and the inn he had been staying at is nowhere near Didymos. The previous night he had spent listening to stories in one of the taverns and now he searches for a different one to repeat a sleepless night, looking a little more worse for wear and rumpled in his same clothes, his hair sticking up at ends and a cheerful golden retriever following on his heels, his brush tail swaying confidently in the air.
David rubs his numb hands together as the ocean breeze hits them winding through the streets and blows on them for warmth, looking over the signs as they pass them.]
Okay Waffles, looks like we're staying the night. Smell anything good?
David Haller | OTA to anyone in/around Didymos
[Early on in the day, David can be found crunching through the snow west of the city, walking where the shoreline met the more stable earth. The rhythmically soothing sound of the waves was peaceful and left him feeling a certain ease of existence he hadn't known in a long time. A golden retriever races back and forth across rocks mixed with snow not far from him, chasing sandpipers and crabs across the shore and occasionally dancing with the waves, running at the receding waters and then away from them as they advance. He plops down on a large rock, crossing his legs, and tugs the borrowed blanket around his shoulders for warmth, looking out at the bay.]
Day of Lefkokó B.
[ The vibrant, cheerful energy of Didymos in the midst of celebration is infectious for David. He joins in on drinks, food, dancing, anything he stumbles across with enthusiasm, occasionally borrowing an instrument or joining in on a ballad or song once he gets a feel for the words and rhythm of it. The food and drink of the festival catch his attention most, though, and at any given time he isn't without something in hand, sampling a strange sweet or an interesting smelling drink and then cheerfully offering to share with whoever is nearest.
More than anything though, David joins in on the dancing, thrilled at the opportunity to catch the nearest person by the hand and tug them into a fast-paced dance he has only recently learned the steps to and is far more focused on the rhythm than the pre-designed dance moves. He's a good dancer, at least, and unlikely to step on any toes as he offers a genuine smile, the lights reflected in his bright eyes. ]
Think they'll do this again next year? [He's never been to such a celebration, and he hopes to whatever deities are watching that he'll be alive to enjoy it again next season.]
(OOC: David really loves dancing and he's a ridiculous goofball. He is probably smiling at everyone with what looks a lot like a lovestruck look.)
Day of Lefkokó C.
[David had fully intended to catch the airship back to the other city, but the trip to Didymos the day before had left his sky legs more than a little wobbly. He had loved and thrilled in the flight but the experience was so new and the air up there so much thinner that he had left the airship feeling woozy and unsteady, the world feeling as if it was still swaying beneath him.
By evening he realizes he let himself get too caught up and the airship has already left for the day, which presents him with a problem. He didn't have any gold, and the inn he had been staying at is nowhere near Didymos. The previous night he had spent listening to stories in one of the taverns and now he searches for a different one to repeat a sleepless night, looking a little more worse for wear and rumpled in his same clothes, his hair sticking up at ends and a cheerful golden retriever following on his heels, his brush tail swaying confidently in the air.
David rubs his numb hands together as the ocean breeze hits them winding through the streets and blows on them for warmth, looking over the signs as they pass them.]
Okay Waffles, looks like we're staying the night. Smell anything good?