The days can bleed together when you're left too long without much to do. It's why I find myself moving on so quickly.

[ there a natural twitch that happens here, the soft flicker of boredom at the thought of having to stay in one place so long. it feels like a tethered bird, beating at something just a bit, a bare flutter being held back as much as he can (but it's hard, being freshly born from a hive he only has a surface understanding of. ]

What's your name, darling? You can call me Hadrian.