[As Ren looks over the fountain, he takes note of what's caught his eye. there's a zoom towards the architectural components that it bears, but like everything in this city, it's impossible to tell what style it was inspired from. of course, their reference points are both vastly different, but it didn't seem like this had the elegance of Altissian ornate structure, or the gothic tradition of the capital either.

no use trying to parse it, though. it did look like a neat fountain, but almost sad. like it was missing its most important part: free flowing water to dance around it and fill it with life.]

Everything around here is just like this fountain. Wanting to be used, and probably forgotten its purpose.

[he looks around the florist shop. it's here that he decides to bring this tiny square of the city back to life again. not today, but, in the future. when things have settled down and there's a moment to breathe properly.]

Next time you need a place to crash, I'll do my best to make sure I have a bed to put you up. And maybe I can decorate with all those fake flowers. Time to plant some roots, I guess.

[sad, a pun that Ren can't even enjoy.]