[ Erwin has purposefully refrained from making any journal posts since his re-arrival, preferring to quietly heal up and get his bearings before launching himself back into the midst of Luceti village socialization. This get-together is his first real appearance. He'll be easily recognizable to those who knew him before. There are only a few differences: he wears a longcoat rather than the usual short jacket of the Survey Corps uniform, and the right sleeve hangs empty by his side after the still rather recent loss of his arm. Thankfully, his face has healed almost entirely from a few other injuries inflicted just before finding himself in Luceti again.
Never having been to the ocean before, even in Luceti, he spends much of the evening simply admiring the water. He stands frequnetly at its edge, and at one point even removes his coat and boots and rolls his pant legs up around his knees to wade in, enthralled with the crashing waves and the taste and scent of salt in the air. It's unlike Erwin to act so childlike, but the ocean is, in many ways, a waking dream for him. He'd read about it as a child in books he was not meant to possess and yearned to see one day, but never truly imagined he would live to do so. This isn't the ocean of his world, of course, but it seems to fit the description, and he imagines that they must be very alike.
He does eat over the course of the party, trying anything he hasn't had a chance to before, and he'll gladly engage in conversation, but he's somewhat distracted; like many others, he's still seeing ghosts, made even worse by the fact that quite a few of them are dead in his world in addition to having left Luceti. ]
Erwin Smith
Never having been to the ocean before, even in Luceti, he spends much of the evening simply admiring the water. He stands frequnetly at its edge, and at one point even removes his coat and boots and rolls his pant legs up around his knees to wade in, enthralled with the crashing waves and the taste and scent of salt in the air. It's unlike Erwin to act so childlike, but the ocean is, in many ways, a waking dream for him. He'd read about it as a child in books he was not meant to possess and yearned to see one day, but never truly imagined he would live to do so. This isn't the ocean of his world, of course, but it seems to fit the description, and he imagines that they must be very alike.
He does eat over the course of the party, trying anything he hasn't had a chance to before, and he'll gladly engage in conversation, but he's somewhat distracted; like many others, he's still seeing ghosts, made even worse by the fact that quite a few of them are dead in his world in addition to having left Luceti. ]