After finally fleeing the city, the pair finally found a place to make rest in a copse of trees, far from the hum and bustle of Crastelon. Tossing his bag at the foot of a nearby tree, Aldrin slumped himself to the ground and let out a sigh. He shut his eyes and tried to clear his mind, still not fully sure how he got into all this mess. The scenes of the past couple days stirred through his mind, a barrage of one unexpected turn after another.
Realizing his loquacious companion had said naught a word since stopping, he opened his eyes and glanced over at the brown-haired woman, with her now-dirtied fancy-type dress and hair slightly a mess. She was half-focused, half-dazed, as she put pencil to paper doing who-knows-what. She made a face of displeasure for a mere moment and briefly scribbled at something before continuing. Aldrin scoffed when he further noticed that she lacked the means to erase. "Why not just use an eraser?" he asked, with a bit of snark in his voice.
The woman looked up calmly and replied, "Because I am in the business of Observation, and one cannot simply erase News, nor History, nor even a Life."
"Well then why did you scratch something out?" Retorted Aldrin, feeling chagrined by her high-and-mighty answer.
She held up her pad revealing doodles and sketches. "The miserable bird flew off before I could finish."
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Somewhat recently I was all like "I wanna do something SteamPunk-y", and while I was at a Rush concert yesterday, seeing their SteamPunk-esque set made gears turn for me. Okay, so to be clear, the set nor music drove the process, just reminded me that I had wanted to work on a story.
Also, this is just a bit I came up with to think about the characters a little and the dynamic between them.
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