It's his first, visceral impression, gazing up at the stars above as he smokes. Sure, it could be chalked up to the sky being unfamiliar, the sky not matching the one he's accustomed to back home, but he can't shake the sense that it's just off.
But so is everything else. He's still getting his bearings, still attuning to the currents here. Still figuring out how everything works.
And what his place will be. How his ambition will reward him.
He starts heading back toward the celebration, a slow meander, still mostly lost in his own thoughts, but not so much so that he'd miss anyone approaching.
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It's his first, visceral impression, gazing up at the stars above as he smokes. Sure, it could be chalked up to the sky being unfamiliar, the sky not matching the one he's accustomed to back home, but he can't shake the sense that it's just off.
But so is everything else. He's still getting his bearings, still attuning to the currents here. Still figuring out how everything works.
And what his place will be. How his ambition will reward him.
He starts heading back toward the celebration, a slow meander, still mostly lost in his own thoughts, but not so much so that he'd miss anyone approaching.