It had been a long time since Morris Vashden Euez found himself in any semblance of civilization, having spent the past few years almost completely isolated. His appearance only barely hid that time alone - the long maroon robe he donned that was cleaning up the floor as he walked slowly through the hallway showed obvious signs of age. Though hidden beneath his clothing were draconic legs, his steps were silent, from much effort. While he still wasn't too comfortable being around people, he did remember that being too noisy tended to attract aggression.
More walking ensued, aimless. The hallway seemed infinitely looping, the same stretch of corridor in front of him, the same doors on either side. Vaguely he could tell that it was midday, and he could sense magical presences behind the walls. Some of them weren't too remarkable, and some felt almost intoxicating. Walking was getting disorienting, each step bringing him within range and outside range of different magical signatures. The sensation was simply too much to take and he found himself leaning against a wall.
An indeterminate amount of time passed with him phasing in and out of lucidity. While he was very eager to start at Starlight for all the opportunities for greater knowledge, being surrounded by so many distinct presences was something he should have seen coming and prepared for. Colors were starting to shift and sounds began to ring out in his ears. What was real and what was not became confusing, although he was sort of sure that he wasn't in a techicolor hallway last time he was fully aware.
Unsure of how to proceed and lost, he turned his focus to standing up without falling down. It took a few moments but he regained his bearings, accidentally scorching a small portion of a wall. Through his dazed senses he was mildly aware of another person close by, and having no other recourse called out weakly.
"Require assistance. Very... disoriented." Luckily enough he was still in enough a lucid state to stop himself from painting the floor with the contents of his stomach. He did start to feel his insides slowly going haywire and tried asking again while he could still speak without leaking undesirable things. With a hand on a wall as he was hunching over, he said, "Assistance... requested."
More walking ensued, aimless. The hallway seemed infinitely looping, the same stretch of corridor in front of him, the same doors on either side. Vaguely he could tell that it was midday, and he could sense magical presences behind the walls. Some of them weren't too remarkable, and some felt almost intoxicating. Walking was getting disorienting, each step bringing him within range and outside range of different magical signatures. The sensation was simply too much to take and he found himself leaning against a wall.
An indeterminate amount of time passed with him phasing in and out of lucidity. While he was very eager to start at Starlight for all the opportunities for greater knowledge, being surrounded by so many distinct presences was something he should have seen coming and prepared for. Colors were starting to shift and sounds began to ring out in his ears. What was real and what was not became confusing, although he was sort of sure that he wasn't in a techicolor hallway last time he was fully aware.
Unsure of how to proceed and lost, he turned his focus to standing up without falling down. It took a few moments but he regained his bearings, accidentally scorching a small portion of a wall. Through his dazed senses he was mildly aware of another person close by, and having no other recourse called out weakly.
"Require assistance. Very... disoriented." Luckily enough he was still in enough a lucid state to stop himself from painting the floor with the contents of his stomach. He did start to feel his insides slowly going haywire and tried asking again while he could still speak without leaking undesirable things. With a hand on a wall as he was hunching over, he said, "Assistance... requested."