Aldrin was packing his bag, finally reaching the city of his new dreams, as he threw the weighed bag, housing his belongings onto his shoulder, he stepped out from underneath the deck of the big ship, his ashy blonde hair made clear, but if people looked they could see a pitch of black roots coming from his messy bun. His peachy skin reflecting in the sun as he walked off the boat, his black leather boots stepping onto the oak wood of the dock. "Phew" he would say to himself, putting his bag down and pulling out a map from it, sitting onto the dock, out of peoples way as he looked for his next location. He noticed the stranger asking the question, before looking up at him with a confusion struck face, without even answering the question he pushed the map into his face. "Do you know where this is?" pointing toward his destination on the map, he didn't really know how to read the map either, since he was never really taught, unlike his brother.
"Oh, so going that way, correct?" He pointed toward the opposite direction of the festival, just now noticing the festival actually, the smell of all the different kinds of foods made a savory taste in his mouth. Slava basically drooling from his mouth as his stomach would rumble from the need of hunger. He'd go pay for his food, then as he munches on some fish, he turned back and waved a goodbye toward the warm welcoming person. He decided to leave and head off toward the direction people last saw his brother.
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