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Location ⋗ The Patch. Interactions ⋗ Zhalia Ramshorn @Benzaiten, Manon D'aureville @PatientBean School of Magic ⋗ Divination & Illusion Items ⋗ Suit / Crutches | _ _ |
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There was something about Zhalia, maybe he simply felt bad for her. He'd wound up here at his own discretion, eager to be somewhere where he didn't feel misplaced.
It had not helped that problem. However, he didn't blame Shipden for this. Simon had long-since come to the realization that no matter where he was, he'd feel as if he didn't belong there. It was easier to dedicate himself to other things, find other passions, than it was to find that seemingly unreachable ideal of "belonging somewhere". He wasn't one for dwelling on details, the earth still turned regardless of if he felt he was turning with it.
"Few months, in my case," he says, brow furrowing a little in consideration. "Only ever lived in New York before this, it's a change."
He couldn't elaborate on if he felt that it was a good change or not. Shipden was odd in it's own way, secluded and safe from prying eyes. Zhalia continued, telling him that she planned to take an excursion into the woods and something about that made him feel momentarily odd. "I'd love to accompany you," he responds kindly, pausing only to acknowledge that Manon had approached them. "I don't mind at all, never a better night for it, eh?"
Manon was a pleasant-faced, blonde, young lady with smoky eyes and a nice smile. He'd never really afforded her a conversation, but he had seen her around. While Simon could be a bit hermit-like in his free time, he liked to make note of the people he saw, storing away whatever information he gauged about them. Manon seemed charming, well-spoken, and brave or at least-- confident. He offers her a hand to shake, bracing his weight on his other crutch.
"Simon Hart," he introduces himself, offers her that same nice smile that he mustered up for Zhalia. "Zhalia and I were just about to go into the forest to hunt for herbs, would you be so kind to accompany us? We can speak as we go."
He figured it would, at least, be safer in a group of three.