Heras Box
(1/10)
For as monumental as leaving home was for Caolan, the actual trip by ship to from Yael to Oba was anticlimactically short. Thankfully, the crew of the ferry had seen their fair share of quaking, quivering Yaeli trying to wobble down the gangway to shore, and so it was Caolan was deposited ashore with directions to a nearby eatery. Already, Oba was... more. Just, more. Yaeli was his home, it had been ever since his birth, and yet he'd never expected so much brightness and color. His father had brought home enough colorful things for Caolan to understand the range of color and dyes that existed in the world, but he hadn't been prepared for ... everything else.
He'd been in Oba for a few weeks already, and yet was stunned to realize he'd yet to even venture out of Sulburi, where the ship had dropped him. The place was massive, and he was sure there were more people here than there was on all of Yael, and he'd ... dreadfully underestimated the range of his art palette, so the first goal (once he found the courage to crawl out of his inn room) was to go out in search of stores where he could buy more paints or paint supplies.
