[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; width: 310px;][font=times new roman]for a self-proclaimed intellectual, Hephaestus was acting like a real fucking dumbass as of late.
it was unwise to leave home as a blind man, and it was unwise for him to pick and choose where he took up residence. he couldn't afford to be hopping around like this, not when he was so vulnerable- in the span of only a week or so, he had left his siblings and parents behind in the Dominion, had wandered to the Mansion of Versailles by chance (when in fact, he had been searching for the Noblelands), and now he was here. wherever here was.
yes, he knew it was dangerous for him to be traipsing about like a fucking child, without a care in the world, especially with his disability and no supernatural powers to guide him. yes, he knew he would be safer with the rest of the Cronus family, and he knew that he shouldn't have left the Dominion's lands without an escort. but there was no way he was going to be the failure of the family- the little birdie who never left the nest, the blind bumbling fool who never went anywhere and never met anyone and lived a life unfulfilled. it was a miracle he hadn't died already, wandering about by himself in unfamiliar terrain, but if he had to thrive off of miracles, so be it.
he plonked himself down on the border as soon as the scent hit his nose. he was tired and cold and hungry, and though he didn't know what Clan he had stumbled upon, he didn't particularly care. he was irrational, but not wholly stupid; Hephaestus needed rest and a warm place to sleep. he may stay here for a day or for a month, or for the rest of his life. he didn't know, and he couldn't know, not until he got a feel for this place.
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