The estate.

Better put, The Estate. The sheer size of Falner could make anyone dizzy, but Alek? He's downright about to put his head between his knees and take a seat on the ground. This is impossible. Alek had been pretty content being no one and nothing except what his family needed of him. It was simple, quiet...ish. The ambition went to his twin, and, naturally, he was left with the duty.

Not that he's envious of that. Well, maybe a little. Alek envied the freedom his twin could afford, but he did his best and lived out a happy life making his mother happy.

But now, he's almost downright pissed at his mother. A Rivers? Demon killing and shadow chasing? He sucks in cold air as he drops his weight onto the grass facing the Falner Manor entrance. His knees are bent up and his elbows are propped on each one. It'd be straight out of a fairy tale, the kinds with drab printed pictures of reality and bright shiny abstractions of the mystical.

So what's Alek to do? Take out a cigarette, light it, and start smoking. There's a lot to think about, and the indoors isn't very inviting right now.