Devil at the Crossroads ~ A crossroads outside a Florida port city (open)
Remy shifted his hat forward against the afternoon sun and set his boot a little more firmly on his pack. The boating hope simply hadn't panned out. That left him in a bit of a quandary. He could abscond with one of the Guild Space boys, but that might irk his father, and besides, where was the fun in making his trip away from home quick? A boy needed to stretch his legs sometimes.
The boats for the season had dried up though, and that meant walking...or better finding a ride. He was just waiting for the right one. No wagon with children, it wasn't a hunt for youngers he was headed on. No, a nice ride though, something to keep the rain off, and hopefully a driver with a sense of humor and the tendency toward a bit of road kindness. Until that particular ride happened by, well, he was playing the cards over his fingers, keeping his hands limber and his smile on.
The boats for the season had dried up though, and that meant walking...or better finding a ride. He was just waiting for the right one. No wagon with children, it wasn't a hunt for youngers he was headed on. No, a nice ride though, something to keep the rain off, and hopefully a driver with a sense of humor and the tendency toward a bit of road kindness. Until that particular ride happened by, well, he was playing the cards over his fingers, keeping his hands limber and his smile on.