And he stalks out of the room, picks up a datapad and tosses it at the wall, then storms through the main door.
The guards, perhaps wisely, don't intervene.
~
He goes everywhere, finally ending up in a little garden close to the edge of the palace. It's raining softly, and he leans back against the wall, watching the stormy grey Eiattu sky.
Everything is different.
He doesn't want it to be different.
Stares at the sky, wondering if he should paint it in soft, muted watercolors, and he's sorry.
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And he stalks out of the room, picks up a datapad and tosses it at the wall, then storms through the main door.
The guards, perhaps wisely, don't intervene.
~
He goes everywhere, finally ending up in a little garden close to the edge of the palace. It's raining softly, and he leans back against the wall, watching the stormy grey Eiattu sky.
Everything is different.
He doesn't want it to be different.
Stares at the sky, wondering if he should paint it in soft, muted watercolors, and he's sorry.