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(( 21 Firstfall, 35 Dragon, Afternoon ))
Kirkwall was different than Ansburg. Harmon had known that the second he’d stepped foot in the city, but a few short days wasn’t enough for him to pinpoint the root of all these differences. There certainly were a lot less mages walking about - they were all tucked safely away in the Gallows, or so he’d heard. It was a much bigger city, and he still hadn’t decided if he liked the scent of the ocean following him about so much. There was plenty of time for him to sort that out, though.
Harmon let his thought wander about as he followed along behind June. He naturally fell into step with her. By now it was a subconscious habit of his: staying with her was safety, even more so if he matched her pace and kept a half-step to the rear and right of her. Hope prickled at the back of his mind, obviously just as excited as he was about their new surroundings. So much to do, so many folks to help. June was keeping them on a tight leash for now, but Harmon knew she’d loosen up soon enough. Her vigilance had kept them safe this far. Once they’d settled in more, he was sure she’d relax more, though. He had to admit, he missed that calm and content June quite a bit.
Harmon’s reverie was broken as June veered them through the doors of a shop. At first the scent overwhelmed him. It wasn’t just the damp smells of Lowtown anymore - it was full of so many things he could hardly pick one scent out from the other. He blinked and turned to June, ready to ask a question that she already had an answer for.
“We need supplies, and you need more of your herbs. Can’t have you wandering outside the city until we’re settled in. This’ll have to do for now, alright?”
“Alright,” Harmon replied with a nod. He didn’t need to be told twice, so he immediately followed his nose to the first scent he could recognize: rosemary. It didn’t take long to find a tidy basket full of dried leaves, perfect for one of his specialty potions. Behind him he could hear June speaking with someone he could only assume was the shop’s owner, but he couldn’t be bothered to eavesdrop as he began to sort through the leaves for just the right ones to purchase.
Kirkwall was different than Ansburg. Harmon had known that the second he’d stepped foot in the city, but a few short days wasn’t enough for him to pinpoint the root of all these differences. There certainly were a lot less mages walking about - they were all tucked safely away in the Gallows, or so he’d heard. It was a much bigger city, and he still hadn’t decided if he liked the scent of the ocean following him about so much. There was plenty of time for him to sort that out, though.
Harmon let his thought wander about as he followed along behind June. He naturally fell into step with her. By now it was a subconscious habit of his: staying with her was safety, even more so if he matched her pace and kept a half-step to the rear and right of her. Hope prickled at the back of his mind, obviously just as excited as he was about their new surroundings. So much to do, so many folks to help. June was keeping them on a tight leash for now, but Harmon knew she’d loosen up soon enough. Her vigilance had kept them safe this far. Once they’d settled in more, he was sure she’d relax more, though. He had to admit, he missed that calm and content June quite a bit.
Harmon’s reverie was broken as June veered them through the doors of a shop. At first the scent overwhelmed him. It wasn’t just the damp smells of Lowtown anymore - it was full of so many things he could hardly pick one scent out from the other. He blinked and turned to June, ready to ask a question that she already had an answer for.
“We need supplies, and you need more of your herbs. Can’t have you wandering outside the city until we’re settled in. This’ll have to do for now, alright?”
“Alright,” Harmon replied with a nod. He didn’t need to be told twice, so he immediately followed his nose to the first scent he could recognize: rosemary. It didn’t take long to find a tidy basket full of dried leaves, perfect for one of his specialty potions. Behind him he could hear June speaking with someone he could only assume was the shop’s owner, but he couldn’t be bothered to eavesdrop as he began to sort through the leaves for just the right ones to purchase.