Sebastian has been sitting in the crook of a tree's roots, because there seemed little reason to wander further, as quick as he tires. He's been drinking, on and off, and considering what he can see of the leaves above.
The sound of feet rouses him to straighten, though he cannot yet see who is coming.
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Date: 2015-10-31 04:01 am (UTC)The sound of feet rouses him to straighten, though he cannot yet see who is coming.
"Hello?" he calls, uncertain.