Kaelen walked, he was sulking turns out rin was the least of his problems Lysander held him down and fed him spoon by spoon till the bowl was empty, he did feel better vut the taste was still in his mouth.
---
His boots hit the cobblestones. The sound was flat. Dead. No echo. The stones were worn. Smooth in the center where generations of feet had walked. Rough at the edges where nothing had touched them in years.
The manor gate closed behind him. The iron bars clanged. A sound of finality. A sound that said you are leaving safety. You are entering something else.
He had not planned this walk. He had woken from the lack of appetite.
He needed to see.
The street stretched before him. Narrow. The buildings on either side leaned inward. Their walls were wood. Gray. Warped. The roofs were thatch. Patchy. Holes showed through. The sky was visible through the gaps. Gray. The same gray as the walls.
The smell hit him first.
