[ It seems there will be no end to trying to realign with what didn't happen (but certainly feels like it did) with the reality of being here in Cadens. A city Claude still holds fondness for even despite everything which has come to pass - or hasn't yet, or may never, just depending on which train of thought he wishes to follow on that particular day. Which only adds to the unsettling feeling he's pretty sure many Summoned are feeling, both confirmed in those he's spoken to and those he hasn't yet.

Of which, of course, some of his close friends are still among the latter, and one in particular he's halfway looking for now while wandering through the neighborhood on a shopping trip. One meant to grab some essentials to restock the pantry in the loft as a way to be useful - stay on the move, really - and perhaps look for familiar faces as he goes for those not found around the Sarstina when he's stopped in occasionally. Granted, this particular search might be more successful if there were two things involved: that Claude hadn't been drawn to the stands containing things he'd rather browse for his own interests than those supposed essentials he should be gathering, and that while looking for one face in particular, he's not chosen to search rooftops.

Or, on second thought as he glances over from considering a stand of used books of which he definitely does not need to add to the stacks already around his room when movement nearby - familiar movement - catches his eye to find Altaïr also here in the market, this turned out to be the right place after all. ]

Looking for something new to read? I think I still owe you a couple of books from before our little journey into the future.