[That much is completely true, regardless of the softness of the atmosphere and the laughing lilt of his voice, and always has been true: Anon chases new experiences and new horizons the way he chases the next fight and the next moment, ever moving and ever shifting. Even here, there's a brightness and an energy about him, muted and gathered close in the quiet but there.
But he stays, and that's something in itself, too.
This close it's easy to catch the scent of sweet, slightly crushed flowers after a long day, the softest clink and coil of his braid between them. He's closed his eyes as though accepting where he is for the moment, posture still alert even as he settles.]
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[That much is completely true, regardless of the softness of the atmosphere and the laughing lilt of his voice, and always has been true: Anon chases new experiences and new horizons the way he chases the next fight and the next moment, ever moving and ever shifting. Even here, there's a brightness and an energy about him, muted and gathered close in the quiet but there.
But he stays, and that's something in itself, too.
This close it's easy to catch the scent of sweet, slightly crushed flowers after a long day, the softest clink and coil of his braid between them. He's closed his eyes as though accepting where he is for the moment, posture still alert even as he settles.]