Jace had never seen so many colors.
Well, hair colors anyways, he was so used to the red and blonde haired people of Connlaoth that it actually took him by surprise to see so many...exotic hues atop the heads of the Serenians he ran across, though no more so than when he finally arrived at his de facto destination, when he arrived at the capital. The young tactician had heard stories about the eclectic and colorful nation, about its freethinking and progressive culture; but he'd never expected anything so...wondrous as this. Of course he'd also heard those same sources of information describe the people of Serendipity as lazy and corrupt pawns of magic, but such was the nature of his people, their perplexing aversion to the arcane tainting the credibility of their criticisms in his mind.
To him, at least from what he'd witnessed so far, well...he hadn't seen anything so beautiful in his life. From the kaleidoscopic crowds of the city he now walked, to the masterfully designed (if a bit impractical) architecture of the city itself, to the breathtaking displays of magic that his life in Connlaoth had robbed him of for so long. He found himself merely wandering the streets for quite some time after he first arrived, his immense curiosity pulling him all over the city as he sought to witness and learn as much as he could, it was quite possibly the most fun he'd had in a long time. Despite all the tales he'd heard of Serendipity's open minded nature, he was actually a little surprised at how accepting they were of him. After all, he hailed from a land founded upon the hatred of magic, a land which had rather tense relations with Serendipity as a result. But oddly enough, none of that seemed to matter too much as he spent a good portion of his day trying to absorb as much as could about the city and its people.
It was towards the end of his rather exciting day that the childish wonder fueling him finally wore off a bit, and he finally settled down under a tree to watch the sun set. Sitting his head against the bark, watching the colorful assortment of people go by, he begun mulling over the things he'd seen that day. Thoughts led to more thoughts, more thoughts led to redundancy, redundancy led to...well...boredom, and boredom kept Jace Rose awake. Perhaps the most annoying part of his rather convenient intellect was how easy it was for him to become bored, but he figured that could be easily alleviated in this city. With a sigh, his eyes snapped back open (he wondered when they had closed, not quite remembering) and he began analyzing the bustling area around him with a bit of a calmer mindset, trying to find something (or someone) with which he could try to alleviate his boredom.
