Solvunn. A monotonous heartland of settlements and homesteads.
[There is something distasteful about how he regards his new home: it has the solitude he desires but the threat of socialisation. The urge is there to just fly off to some forsaken corner of the wilderness and live away from humans. But, in all honesty, he needs some connection.
He lingers outside the coffee house with a sour look on his face. People are all around yet it feels so hard. His frustration - and his poor sense of manners - leads him to withhold his name.]
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[There is something distasteful about how he regards his new home: it has the solitude he desires but the threat of socialisation. The urge is there to just fly off to some forsaken corner of the wilderness and live away from humans. But, in all honesty, he needs some connection.
He lingers outside the coffee house with a sour look on his face. People are all around yet it feels so hard. His frustration - and his poor sense of manners - leads him to withhold his name.]
Nothing like home or so they say.
[Pfff.]