OoC: I'll go ahead and set up the timestamp 
Timestamp: Mid brightening of the Fourth Cycle of the Month of Aperitus. The Season is Summer of Era XIV Post Fractum.
The brightening was pleasing to say the least. It was mid-summer and each glorious moment seemed to be kissed by the gods themselves, blessed to be as beautiful as each goddess. A clear blue sky hung around the guarded city of Archdoon with little bits of clouds, but not enough to cast even the slightest hint of rain upon the Carmelyn. Such were the times made for the youth, it seemed, since many pairs and lovebirds were enjoying their time outside of Schola to gallivant around the city.
One such youth was an auburn-haired man who carried himself with an air of complete haughtiness. Of course, the maidens seemed to like that. He wore his clean white poet shirt with only a vest instead of his usual long jacket. His trousers matched the color of his military boots, which he cleaned and polished whenever he could. A single sheathed sword hung loosely about his belt, perhaps hinting of his skill as a swordsman. And to those who were passed him, they would turn an amused gaze after the lad who had a buckler strapped neatly on his back.
His dark orbs scanned the city streets, a soft smile placed on his countenance. He was but a tourist in this fair city, his home being in Trysvale for the time being. His heart, however, would only belong to the Emerald City of Medonia. No other place drew closer to his heart such as this.