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Hi, I was just wondering if anyone would be willing to give me some feedback on a short scene that I wrote. I'll leave it down below. Thank you!
Cayde rarely got lost. He always had a pretty good sense of direction, easily able to tell East from West, North from South, and remembering particular landmarks wasn’t too difficult. Except for right now. Right now, he had no clue where he was.
Every building looked the same to him; just a bunch of gray blurry blobs. The street names were no help either, as whenever he squinted to read the name, the letters just seemed to blend together into one.
Okay, so maybe he had a little too much to drink. Or A lot to drink. It wasn’t his fault though, no not at all. No, this was all because of whoever was watching him. No matter what he did at the festival, he could feel their eyes burning holes into the back of his skull.
He had tried shopping and they followed. Dancing, they followed. Talking with the others, they followed. So, he had done the only sensible thing he could, drink until they went away. Which now that he thinks about it, wasn’t a great idea. He had sat in a bar for several hours waiting for the feeling of eyes watching him to go away. He was hoping they would get bored and leave him, but they didn’t.
It wasn’t until he sighed, and decided to call it a night that the eyes stopped watching him.
Which is where he is now, trying to find his way back to the inn Helia had shown him earlier. With a sigh, he rubs his eyes, desperately trying to read the street name. The closest he can get is something along the lines of Victoria.
“God Damn it.” He whispers under his breath. With a huff, he gives up trying to read the rest of the name, and decides he’ll just wander until he finds an inn. Any inn. Doesn’t even matter, he’s tired and just wants to curl up into the warmth of a nice bed.
So, he turns, picks a random direction and starts walking.
It doesn’t take him long to find something. He’s standing in a large courtyard of some kind, with a large fountain in the center. The weird thing though, is the man standing in the center of the fountain, in the water.
Cayde raises a brow, curious as to what the man is doing. Perhaps he’s homeless and this is how he takes a bath? Or maybe he’s just as drunk as Cayde is? Maybe he could ask the man for directions.
With a nod, Cayde steps forward. “-Scuse me!” He shouts, his words slurred. The man jumps, turning to cover the center of the fountain with his body.
“I was just-” Before Cayde can ask anything else, the man leaps out of the fountain and takes off in a sprint. “Hey!” He starts to run after him, only to stop when his stomach gives a large pang of protest.
“Oh god, I’m gonna puke.” Quickly, he turns around and practically throws himself towards the fountain as he pukes.
When he’s sober, he vows to never drink again. This sucked. Once he was done, he rested his head on the lip of the fountain. The lip was nice and cool, perfect for him and his hungover state.
As he laid there, he noticed a black smudge on the fountain. What was that? He lifted his head up slowly and squinted, trying to identify the smudge.
The smudge was large and- shaped like a hand? Why was that there? Was that supposed to be there? Or did the man from earlier have something to do with it?
Suddenly there was a bright light shining on him from behind. He blinked, hissing softly at the brightness.
“You alright there mate?” A voice from behind him.
Cayde turned around slowly, squinting. There was a man behind him wearing armor of some sort. Probably a guard, Cayde thought. The guard was holding his torch high above Cayde’s head as he extended his hand out. Normally, Cayde didn’t bother with guards, never really needing their assistance in a fight.Besides all they really did was pester people about everything and anything.
Cayde narrowed his eyes. Perhaps this guard could help him find the inn? It would be better than sleeping on the fountain. He sighed, desperate times call for desperate measures.
“‘S lost.” Cayde slurred, taking the man’s hand.
“You party a little too hard at the festival?” The guard asked with a chuckle.
“Something like that,” Cayde replied.
“That’s alright, we can get you back to wherever you're staying.”
“Inn.”
“What was that?”
“Inn. Staying at the inn.”
“Which one?”
