[ainmhianverse] i sang in my chains like the sea

He's been here a couple of days now; his room adjoining to Max's has been arranged (and, he found on the first day, his tome has been moved there). He's starting to believe, with both relief and trepidation, that this is all real.

And Max has suggested, in that gentle persistent way that to Andrew's mind is as good as a direct order, that he might want to get out and start meeting more people.

So here's Andrew, stepping out of the castle and into the sunlit afternoon, blinking under the color-shifting sky.