It has been quite a while since Orion even had a chance to just sit idly. For the past few years, he's immersed himself with the book he had found. God Slaying Magic was a caster-type that simply was hard to learn, but he knew it would all be worth it. Through fire and brimstone, he would emerge a better mage. One that would not fail. Not anymore. Not after his mother...
Shaking himself, the young mage looked around the village he had called home. Well, close to a home as he'll ever have. The people, species of various kinds, milled about. Some with purpose, others aimlessly. But everyone seemed to be living their lives as best that they could. From his spot on a random roof, feet dangling on the ledge, he could see most of everything around the center of the village. It was his favourite spot. One that he used to share with his mother.
A small puff of his cigarette. A sigh of boredom. And a familiar face. Orion looked to his left, and saw a figure making their way around the village. His eyesight failed him, not being able to see the face of the person clearly, but they seemed familiar. Orion couldn't pin-point it, but the nagging was there, in the back of his mind. There was a familiarity with the gait, and the way they held themselves.
Curious, Orion dropped down from his spot, and briskly walked towards the person. He almost caught up to them, before saying, "Hey, buddy!" Orion had his hand up in a wave, as well as a show of non-hostility, "Can I have a moment?"