It was midday, and Aleksei decided to embark upon one of his exploration of Evermore City. How often this happened depended on his mood. There were days where he was content to sit upon the front porch of the cabin within the short grass prairie, watching the world drift by. He might paint, or converse with others of his kind who like him found themselves cast from the veil. Other times he felt as if he was going to go crazy just sitting there without a purpose. There were times he almost envied those who had decided to take the empath route because within his mind their purpose didn't come to a halt. They could still go about helping grieving souls upon earth. A shepherd, on the other hand,,,,,well..where were the voidlings to defeat or the lost soul to save? He knew it wasn't as simple as that. He knew that the empath felt just as lost. It might be that he wished he had chosen to be an empath so everyday he woke up to find them still trapped upon the earth he didn't have the face the realization that another soul he could have potentially saved was lost to the voidlings, or themselves. He knew there were still shepherds within the void as they all hadn't been cast out, and they will continue on as they always have while they search for answers to what happened.

Strange as this might be, it wasn't always the lack of purpose that fueled his wondering. Alek found himself torn with being curious about the world. There were times he wondered how fair he would be able to roam. Could he leave Evermore city? Go to California? New York City? How much had both changed since he been dead. He hadn't been dead as long as the others, but it was long enough that a great deal could change. He wondered if he would find Deidre. It was a foolish notion, he knew. They weren't suppose to have contact with anyone before their death, and he wasn't going to speak with her. He just wanted to see her, wanted to see what she had become. No doubt something wonderful. Yet, no matter how determined he was to leave he always ended right back at the short grass prairie.That was his home now. Not the prairie itself, but the other aurazin who dwell there. They were his home---his family. He had been among them longer than he had been alive. Not that much longer. He thought. What was it only nine more years?

He let out a snort upon finishing that thought, and gained dirty looks from the two individuals walking past him. It took him a few seconds to realize they thought he was snorting to something they had said, and he was debating whether or not he should inform them that wasn't the case when he saw it sitting upon the table at the cafe across the street--the biggest orange cat he had ever laid his eyes upon, and he just had to say hello. Making a beeline for the cat, who greeted him with a few meows, rubbing against Alek's hands as he petted him. When Alek had been alive he had a orange cat named General Mustard that he and his brother found in a dumpster walking home from school. They had that cat until one of their mother's boyfriend decided to...there wasn't much of the cat left when everything was said and done. He pushed the thought from his mind, instead turning his focus to the orange cat before him. "You are a friendly guy, aren't you?" The cat meowed in response.