[h1][center][color=a3169e]Dianthus[/color] - Nature VS Nurture [/center][/h1]
[h2][center][color=6d536c]The Stormkeeper[/color][/center][/h2]
[center][@Old Amsterdam][/center]
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Curious as to the source of the noise, Floris turned his head just enough to he could observe the boy across the street from the corner of his eye. He didn't stop walking however. Instead, FLoris kept up his usual pace, gradually turning his head to keep the boy in his sights. He wasn't particularly eye-catching, save for the belt and scroll, and Floris would have certainly simply walked past him had it not been for that crash earlier. But now...not so much. This kid was unusual. Through his plant senses, Floris could hear his breathing; it was calm. Almost too calm, as if he didn't even notice anything that was happening. And then there was the matter of the lamp. It sure as hell didn't seem like an ordinary lamp, it was too large and weird shaped for that. Just what was this kid up to? 
Thinking it best to draw as little attention to himself as possible, Floris turned his head away and returned his gaze to the street ahead of him. Slipping his hands into his pocket, Floris turned the corner and continued on his way. 

"Excuse me." He said, passing a passersby on the street. Floris was focused, his mind was in two places at once, quickly switching between both as to not draw suspicion to himself. Part of him was careful of his surroundings, avoiding obstacles and interacting with the world immediately around him. The other was buried deep between the roots of the city, hopping from plant to plant, observing everything. Though he could not physically [b]see[/b] him, Floris still knew exactly what the boy was doing. He was on his knees, picking up pieces from the broken lamp, carefully observing each piece as if they were still worth something. Were they? 

Suddenly, Floris stopped dead in his tracks. The boy had gotten up. With all the pieces in his hand, he began to strut towards his destination. Floris quickly stepped away from the main sidewalk, instead taking a place against a building. He carefully focused his mind only on the boy and where he was going. His pace was strange, as if he wasn't in control of himself. Deciding that this wasn't normal behavior for anyone, Floris lifted up his collar, and began to follow the boy, careful to leave at least 800 meters between them.