Well, that wasn't completely true. He wasn't totally alone—he just didn't know anyone. Because of these people's thoughtfulness, the scrapes and scratches that littered his arms and legs had been carefully bandaged, and he had a nice roof over his head even though he was perfectly content without it. In other words, he didn't have anywhere else to go, and he was thankful for these people's kindness, so what other paths could he have possibly taken other than to join them? There was only one issue with that...
"I—I can't talk to anyone!" he mumbled rather audibly, his expression nervous and troubled, "I didn't even get the chance to thank them properly for what they did... I really am the worst, aren't I? I've been thinking about how to repay them for their kindness, but I get so... nervous... when they talk to me... or look at me... what do you think?"
When he asked the question, the only person to hear him was in fact, not a person at all. It was a single field pigeon plucking grains of something from the ground, staring at him with its dark, beady eyes. It seemed about as interested as any other common animal, but it didn't fly away. Sitting on the steps to the guildhall, the blonde man sat there hugging his knees and eagerly staring at the pigeon. Although he could talk to and understand plants and animals, it never meant that all of them were good at holding conversations. The pigeon completely ignored him.
The blonde let his head fall between his knees, sighing. "I'm hopeless..." he twiddled his thumbs together, "b—but thanks for listening anyway. Maybe today I can greet them properly. Maybe even make eye-contact!" he encouraged himself, but the wetness in his eyes was clear that he was having a hard time believing he could actually do it.
After that, he stepped up from the steps and adjusted his hood so that it covered most of his face and concealed him in a thin veil of darkness. He'd make his way down the railing, approaching a sharp corner, lost in thought, not paying that much attention to his surroundings.
Maybe saying hello to those settlements throughout the years wasn't such a bad idea. he thought to himself, I don't know what to do—
"—Ack!" the blonde grunted, running into something. If he were paying more attention, he may have been able to avoid it, but he was too caught up in his own anxiety to even do that much. As a result, he lost his balance and fell with a soft thud, his hood almost coming off. What just happened and who did he run into?
Health: xxx/ xxx | Magical Power: xxx/ xxx | Shyness: Infinite
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"I-I guess I could give it a try..."