He didn't expect a warm welcome anywhere - first of all - one had to have a good reputation to be well-received. Only felt as though he was only capable of upsetting everyone he interacted with in one way or another. Today (he hoped) would be different than most days. Today (he
prayed) would bring him more success than failure at meeting - and communicating - with strangers who may or may not benefit off of the things he wished to bring. Under the tumbling wave of golden hair he carried poorly woven baskets full of things he had found along the way. Somethings useful, others not so much, but he would learn that Solterra was in need of seeds and medicines for their people who chose to stay in the desert and to their luck - he happened to have an abundant surplus of such things.
Only, unlike Stephan, desired a life without conflict. Despite Stephan's ever-constant toxic agendas, today Only would try to prove that he could be worth something better - that he could be a part of something bigger. Traveling everywhere and staying nowhere had given him a wide panoramic of Novus - and while others considered him to nothing more than a shift in the wind, they suspected him. What they suspected him of - no one could really say, all they could say is that he made them feel uneasy. Uneasy or not, he hoped to find a stranger that might be less wary of him - he longed for a conversation that didn't center around how new and strange he was to Novus. They were all new and strange at some point, weren't they?
Somewhere along the way - it had become apparent that there was a desert in the middle of all of this variant land that he had travelled and inside of all that sand and rock was a band of horses that regarded that land as the Day Court,
Solterra.
Fitting, Only decided without much else thought about the Solterrans aside from what might benefit them with his arrival.
His own wares might be of some use to them if they hadn't found it already for themselves, if they had not or were simply in need of it - perhaps he could adjust his good karma by sharing what he had in his baskets. He'd have to keep his distance, of course, because in his travels he had learned that the boundaries between Delumine and Solterra existed here in the Mors desert, between the forest and the sand.
And so, with higher hopes than last time, the stranger awaited someone, anyone.
.only
si vis pacem para bellum
There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
For many are called but few are chosen.
