The drive to travel had become somewhat numbing, no wonders of the world having caught their interest. Hardly any photos or texts had been recorded in the past few years, perhaps for lack of trying on their part. The names and symbols for each town and village escaped them, their companion spite probably feeling restless with how little they had actually been using it. Each town and village they had passed recently had blurred together in some strange flip book. They had been on the road for a while now. Still, the lull and bumps of the train put them at ease and they felt ready for the short trip ahead of them. It wasn’t often they traveled by train in their youth the areas they traveled didn’t have enough population for such needs. They leaned forward, resting their arms on their pack as a precaution, and settled as their companion sprite nestled the crook of their arm. An elderly travelling couple to their left, with some type of swordsmen behind them. A mother of two across from them, holding one and reading to the other. They were still aware of the people in the trolley around them, taking small glances around to figure who they were riding with. Settling into their seat, they laid their sack across their lap and tried to relax a bit. That was fine with them, since they didn’t mind the cold breeze that would slip through. Guardian shifted with the crowd, and was one of the last to join inside, forcing them to a seat closer to the door. Their idle observations were interrupted by the train pulling slowly up into the station, other travelers spilling out while the rest waited to start piling in. Guardian had a kind, giving heart, but this did not make them go forth to approach any of them. Normally, it never painted a target on anyone's back, as all they collected was knowledge for the most part, but it never paid to be too trusting. They saw only four other drifters across the platform, their droids giving them away. Guardian never felt like they stood out in these types of crowds, their bright pink helmet nearly blended in with the vast array of other travelers scattered about. However, the majority that crowded the streets were more like themself, travelers and vagabonds of all kinds.
Any lack of a backpack was always a telltale sign on who lived in the area. They could tell who was a local here by a quick glance the people who wore more formal clothes or too much jewelry. The buzzing of the crowd around them was put from their mind as they observed for a moment. Their companion sprite bobbed near their shoulder, hands clasped against their hips under their cloak. Guardian was standing tall besides a transit station, heaving backpacking weighing their shoulders. It was a lonely lifestyle, often being rarely known beyond physical appearance, leaving only a footprint or a whispered word about them before disappearing in the wind. Traversing the bustling streets of a huge, towering city was far from ideal for any drifter.
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