Eurik tried to listen to it. He wouldn't have another chance for a long time to come. There would be new sounds, and new sights. Some of them might even remind him of home, but it wouldn't be the same.The unfamiliar weight on his back reminded him that it already wasn't the same. Not his pack; he'd camped outside before. No, it was the sword looking out over his back that caused Eurik to roll his shoulders. And it wasn't the only change. His gaze went down, sliding past his new sleeves to the boots encasing his feet. His new clothes had felt oddly restrictive since he'd tried them out the day before.Zasashi noticed where his attention had drifted to. “It can get rather cold out there. And Hoyashi assured us that they'll make you stand out less.”Eurik looked back up. “I am not ashamed of where I come from.”“Nor could you hide it even if you wanted to. Your upbringing here marks you in a thousand different ways. No, Eurik, this is not about hiding. It is about putting others at ease.
