OOM: Everything will always be all right

[herr_bookman]

"I swear, I've passed this fountain thrice already," Autor mutters, wrinkling his nose at his map of Vane, one of Lunar's capital cities.

Mia had told him to go browse for flying carpets on his day off, so here he is, wandering around downtown and losing hope in finding the store he had set out to find. He sees groomed courtyards, crowded marketplaces, and a particularly gorgeous fresco of Althena, the local goddess, but nothing to do with airborne rugs.

Autor frowns. All of this walking around is exacerbating the pinches in his legs, sore from a new morning run routine. Needless to say, the kid is stumped and irascible--something he's thinking about working out on the stupid fountain which he has now passed for the fourth time.

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[herr_bookman]

Autor sniffs contemptuously. "I might not now, if you're going to say things like that."

Ah, he's eating. Good.

He snorts at Rabastan's assurances about Elea. "She doesn't need to forgive me. It's not like I need to be liked." Especially if it means it raises the likelihood of our being 'helped' again.

The boy tips his head. "I'm working at the library with Majesty Lemia Ausa, and you're at the carpet shop here, so now we know how to find each other should such be necessary." He's not quite sure how he feels about that yet.

"Small moon, isn't it? Um. Have a nice dinner," he says, and saunters off before he chews on his toes anymore.

[iambetadraconis]

"I told you, she wasn't—" he starts, but it looks like Autor's out of range already.

Damn.

He resumes his dinner, thinking of just what he's going to say to Elea.

It's possible he might have downplayed her reaction a bit...