[Ocmonic]

Light reflecting off the rapier floated across the ground like long forgotten dream. The way even the best dreams are too soon forgotten, so the glaring reflection seemed to disappear without even a hint. Bored and lonely, two things that Ocmonic hated, and he was both. He sat quietly, his legs folded underneath the unusually bright bench. In his palms rested the unadorned, yet rather detailed hilt of his fathers old rapier. A present he received on his 16th birthday, he seldom was without it. As he sat holding it, its point burrowed down into the quadrangles green grass. His fingers working it, spinning the hilt around and around in his hands. Lacking any shadow forming edges, the spinning of the long slick blade could hardly even been seen.

He sat there with little to do, knowing no one and watched a simple glare appear and disappear with each turn of the hilt. Cursing how much he hated being this bored, he whipped the blade up into his hand, and disappeared it into its homemade sheath in one quick motion as he stood up. He looked around the area, looking for a friendly face. He spotted a female Nymph walking close by. He shot her a smile and a nod, but she simply returned the small favors and kept walking. He turned and looked to the statue of Xanth, admiring it.

Around the ground set four small bowls, each with small tokens. All four contained coins and other odd tokens. 'Monic knew not to try to take them. His first reaction upon seeing the small boon had been to quietly sneak a few, but quickly learned that he wasn't the only one who enjoyed a good prank. Each piece seemed somehow frozen or somehow stuck to the bowl. His first reaction had been that of aggravation. Working quickly not to get noticed, he pried at one piece with the hilt of its sword, but had no luck. Soon, the aggravation gave way to humor as he imagined some trickster like himself sitting back and watching him. A good trick is a good trick, and 'Monic could appreciate that.

He wished silently that he had the money to throw around so freely. A sigh left his breath as he craned his neck either direction. Still on the lookout for a friendly face.

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Piper's Boutique · Deviant Art · Dafont