[ unlike someone else they both know, logy's first venture had not been to attempt to disassemble everything in the immediate area. upon waking, once the residual fuzziness had been shaken from his head, he'd read the letter over a few times just to ensure that he hadn't missed anything – not that there was anything to miss, really, because there wasn't much to it in the first place – and still found himself at a loss.
relocated yet again. at least when he'd been reassigned to colseit, he'd known what he was getting into. this?
he doesn't like the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him that something is wrong, here. it feels too much like dread, too much like something he isn't prepared for.
which is why he'd needed to get out.
he isn't prone to claustrophobia – not in the slightest, having spent nearly all of his time back in central city in the atelier – but the idea of being in a new place he's never heard of without any good reason for having been taken away from the familiar hadn't sat well with him, and the excuse to go out and figure things out had been good enough that he hadn't put much further thought into it.
sometimes, it just felt good to walk. stretch his legs, clear his head. try … to figure out what in the world is going on.
he almost misses her when he passes by – head down, staring at the pavement beneath his feet as though the cracks throughout might hold some sort of answer that he's thus far missed – but it never seems to matter how far apart they are, because some tiny sense in the back of his mind sparks his awareness into high gear, and it's like the proverbial flip of a switch.
there you are.
he calls out to her before he approaches, even though he's already angled himself in her direction, voice carrying over the distance just as easily as if there were no space between them at all. ]
surprise number two!
relocated yet again. at least when he'd been reassigned to colseit, he'd known what he was getting into. this?
he doesn't like the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him that something is wrong, here. it feels too much like dread, too much like something he isn't prepared for.
which is why he'd needed to get out.
he isn't prone to claustrophobia – not in the slightest, having spent nearly all of his time back in central city in the atelier – but the idea of being in a new place he's never heard of without any good reason for having been taken away from the familiar hadn't sat well with him, and the excuse to go out and figure things out had been good enough that he hadn't put much further thought into it.
sometimes, it just felt good to walk. stretch his legs, clear his head. try … to figure out what in the world is going on.
he almost misses her when he passes by – head down, staring at the pavement beneath his feet as though the cracks throughout might hold some sort of answer that he's thus far missed – but it never seems to matter how far apart they are, because some tiny sense in the back of his mind sparks his awareness into high gear, and it's like the proverbial flip of a switch.
there you are.
he calls out to her before he approaches, even though he's already angled himself in her direction, voice carrying over the distance just as easily as if there were no space between them at all. ]
Escha – !