[Since the memory incident, Castiel hadn't strayed too far from Cadens. It had everything he might need, the inn and its inhabitants had begun to grow on him and the breath he'd been holding since the event had finally been released. Migraines had previously been unknown to him, and fresh from Purgatory he'd expected time to recuperate and had been given none.
Since the head-splitting incidents of recollection had come and gone he'd adapted back to his usual habits. A walk in the morning, and at night, reading and exploration in the afternoon. He'd already been through all the books left in the room for him.
He'd taken a cart, slow though it was to see the castle in Thorne for himself. Since his wings could no longer bring him anywhere past the limitations of the Free Cities he was forced to the mundane and brought himself some lighter reading material for the trip.
A trip, he'd realized after his arrival had been without purpose. The castle itself was grand but no different than the abandoned structures in Europe and the Highlands. He's on the steps waiting for the next convoy to the Free Cities with his book in his lap, careful not to draw attention and uninterested in anything more than returning home.
His usual trenchcoat and attire are gone and replaced by a tunic and breeches but his posture and attitude remain the same despite his irritation at the time he'd wasted.]
D - I hope this is okay!
Since the head-splitting incidents of recollection had come and gone he'd adapted back to his usual habits. A walk in the morning, and at night, reading and exploration in the afternoon. He'd already been through all the books left in the room for him.
He'd taken a cart, slow though it was to see the castle in Thorne for himself. Since his wings could no longer bring him anywhere past the limitations of the Free Cities he was forced to the mundane and brought himself some lighter reading material for the trip.
A trip, he'd realized after his arrival had been without purpose. The castle itself was grand but no different than the abandoned structures in Europe and the Highlands. He's on the steps waiting for the next convoy to the Free Cities with his book in his lap, careful not to draw attention and uninterested in anything more than returning home.
His usual trenchcoat and attire are gone and replaced by a tunic and breeches but his posture and attitude remain the same despite his irritation at the time he'd wasted.]