Steven sighed at his party member's comment and sent a fitting response.
"And what kind of idiot would feel comfortable going somewhere he's never been?" He said.
He still followed anyway, because it was as good a lead as any. In all honesty, Lyra could probably take care of herself and while it seemed like it would be faster to stay behind, it could be notoriously hard to find a flower on a mountain, or so he'd heard. And there was something in Abel's tone that made Steven sort of want to stay behind just to spite him.
Steven trudged behind Abel anyway in the direction of the town, idly thinking about the Avveel ahead. Truth be told, he actually wasn't anxious about the town at all, because he was sure his village already had all the people archetypes. Nevertheless, he had a certain amount of trepidation about visiting somewhere he'd never been, but it wasn't like he hadn't done it before, so he wasn't really worried at all. Even if something unexpected happened, he'd just have to deal with it, right?
I guess this kind of idiot would feel comfortable in somewhere he's never been. Steven mused, thinking about himself.
He relaxed as he walked down. The road was getting more level, and it was reminding Steven more and more of his hometown. The architecture was a little different and their placement was also different, but Steven could probably bet that certain things would be in certain places. Houses would be everywhere, farms on the outskirts, shops lining the main street and an inn by the square. The cobbler was probably somewhere down there, and if he wasn't, they'd just have to look for him.
"And what kind of idiot would feel comfortable going somewhere he's never been?" He said.
He still followed anyway, because it was as good a lead as any. In all honesty, Lyra could probably take care of herself and while it seemed like it would be faster to stay behind, it could be notoriously hard to find a flower on a mountain, or so he'd heard. And there was something in Abel's tone that made Steven sort of want to stay behind just to spite him.
Steven trudged behind Abel anyway in the direction of the town, idly thinking about the Avveel ahead. Truth be told, he actually wasn't anxious about the town at all, because he was sure his village already had all the people archetypes. Nevertheless, he had a certain amount of trepidation about visiting somewhere he'd never been, but it wasn't like he hadn't done it before, so he wasn't really worried at all. Even if something unexpected happened, he'd just have to deal with it, right?
I guess this kind of idiot would feel comfortable in somewhere he's never been. Steven mused, thinking about himself.
He relaxed as he walked down. The road was getting more level, and it was reminding Steven more and more of his hometown. The architecture was a little different and their placement was also different, but Steven could probably bet that certain things would be in certain places. Houses would be everywhere, farms on the outskirts, shops lining the main street and an inn by the square. The cobbler was probably somewhere down there, and if he wasn't, they'd just have to look for him.