[Alexander -- well, the twelve-year-old version of him, thanks to this place -- has been wandering some, trying to figure out what the heck happened to St. Croix. Granted, there wasn't a whole lot to miss there, what with recent events, but this place is still very different from anything he's used to.
In his wanderings, he comes across a young man wearing some slightly familiar clothing. He's not quite sure where it's from, but he knows he knows it. The man's drawing some -- weird skeletal horses, so Alexander keeps back, not wanting to interrupt. It's still kind of hard to ignore the young boy in oversized shirt and breeches, though, especially since there's not any other people around.]
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In his wanderings, he comes across a young man wearing some slightly familiar clothing. He's not quite sure where it's from, but he knows he knows it. The man's drawing some -- weird skeletal horses, so Alexander keeps back, not wanting to interrupt. It's still kind of hard to ignore the young boy in oversized shirt and breeches, though, especially since there's not any other people around.]