storm/quen/morgayne | late morning
The tenements adventures had left a lasting impression: Storm was nothing if not skeptical of the day's events. Were they really going to tempt fate, after all that had happened? Enough monsters had come out of the sea without their setting themselves up as bait. Unfortunately, when the korporal had signed up for patrol duty, there came the implicit understanding that Storm would be available for the knight's beck and call. And so the squire trudged onto the turf prepared for the worst, expecting the tide to swallow them whole at any given moment.
Of course, the first command the korporal gave him was a cheery "At ease, Kapur" before leaving the boy to fend for himself. Without tasks to accomplish, Storm hadn't the faintest what to do with his nerves. Scenario upon scenario made their horrifying ways into his imagination. When Morgayne, Quen at her side, tapped him on the shoulder, he'd nearly jumped out of his skin. The pair then dragged him to the cotton candy stall, where an impossibly long queue was forming.
Sticking out like a sore thumb in his light armor, Storm picked at his tunic self-consciously. "The two of you do not suppose anything will happen, do you?" escaped his lips unbidden.