Lycia, Again (Open)
Feb 7, 2015 18:17:49 GMT -6
Post by Valcrist on Feb 7, 2015 18:17:49 GMT -6
Lycia. Valcrist found his way there again, Santuaruz this time. Truth was he had no reason to be here. He wasn't selling weapons, he sort of hit a snag after his time in Etruria, and he wasn't looking for trouble or anything like that. He still had need of coin, so probably he should have been trying to sell his wares but he just didn't want to. Maybe he was tired of it, maybe he just needed a break. He had a small little nestegg set aside where he was saving up for opening his own smithy or guild, but he wasn't too sure if he wanted either of those any time soon. Or at all. So he wandered aimlessly, and that's when he found his here. In Lycia, again. Why?
Well honestly he just sort of wanted to go to Lycia. Maybe he wanted to remember the time he traveled with Gabriel, or that he wanted to see the land again but this time through more mature eyes. He barely remembered what he had been doing the last time he was here, uniting something? It wasn't clear, but what he did remember is what happened. The battle in the mage's school where he was useless, a liability she had called him, so weak and powerless. Even after all this time, he still remembers it, and even after he's gotten so much stronger he still feels like that weak powerless kid at times. Maybe he returned to prove himself he's not? He remember Yaen, that man who taught him the basics of swordplay, even though they separated and he learned the rest himself through experience, he was always indebted to Yaen. Never would he have gotten to where he was without him. He remembered his friends, Kelvin, Chelsea, Harlow, people he spoke with, traveled with, that made his time worthwhile. Before then, he hadn't a single friend that wasn't his cousin, obligated through family to like him.
Whatever the reason, he was here now. Taking in a deep breath of the falltime air, the air was humid. It felt like a storm would be rolling in soon. He stood on the road near a wooden fence, fields of green stretched out to the west across many rolling hills, while to his east was a field of dirt that many types of vegatables and crops breaking free of it. A field of many colors and shapes, he was never much of a farmer as they kind of lacked those where he was from, but he was aways impressed at how they managed to create food from basically nothing. It was a cool day, the heat of summer had long since faded. A bit too cool for Valcrist actually as he pulled at his scarf a bit. The skies were a dark grey that almost glowed from the sun hiding behind, overcast and dark for midday. There was a real icky feeling out, like you could just feel the storm ready to roll in. He would need to find a place to stay.
Hopefully this nearby farm would be willing to take him in, also that they weren't murderous. Actually he didn't even care about that second part, if they kept him dry then they could eat as many children as they like. He hated being wet more then he hated being cold, and he really hated being cold. Why did Elibe have to have so many weathers and seasons? Why couldn't it just be blisteringly hot and dry all day every day? Oh well, Valcrist shifted the weight of his pack upon his back a bit as he traveled to the farmhouse in the distance.
Well honestly he just sort of wanted to go to Lycia. Maybe he wanted to remember the time he traveled with Gabriel, or that he wanted to see the land again but this time through more mature eyes. He barely remembered what he had been doing the last time he was here, uniting something? It wasn't clear, but what he did remember is what happened. The battle in the mage's school where he was useless, a liability she had called him, so weak and powerless. Even after all this time, he still remembers it, and even after he's gotten so much stronger he still feels like that weak powerless kid at times. Maybe he returned to prove himself he's not? He remember Yaen, that man who taught him the basics of swordplay, even though they separated and he learned the rest himself through experience, he was always indebted to Yaen. Never would he have gotten to where he was without him. He remembered his friends, Kelvin, Chelsea, Harlow, people he spoke with, traveled with, that made his time worthwhile. Before then, he hadn't a single friend that wasn't his cousin, obligated through family to like him.
Whatever the reason, he was here now. Taking in a deep breath of the falltime air, the air was humid. It felt like a storm would be rolling in soon. He stood on the road near a wooden fence, fields of green stretched out to the west across many rolling hills, while to his east was a field of dirt that many types of vegatables and crops breaking free of it. A field of many colors and shapes, he was never much of a farmer as they kind of lacked those where he was from, but he was aways impressed at how they managed to create food from basically nothing. It was a cool day, the heat of summer had long since faded. A bit too cool for Valcrist actually as he pulled at his scarf a bit. The skies were a dark grey that almost glowed from the sun hiding behind, overcast and dark for midday. There was a real icky feeling out, like you could just feel the storm ready to roll in. He would need to find a place to stay.
Hopefully this nearby farm would be willing to take him in, also that they weren't murderous. Actually he didn't even care about that second part, if they kept him dry then they could eat as many children as they like. He hated being wet more then he hated being cold, and he really hated being cold. Why did Elibe have to have so many weathers and seasons? Why couldn't it just be blisteringly hot and dry all day every day? Oh well, Valcrist shifted the weight of his pack upon his back a bit as he traveled to the farmhouse in the distance.