Post by brindle on May 2, 2010 10:14:47 GMT -5
OOC: So, summer's here, and I'm ready to play! But this place looks pretty dead... Let's see if maybe we can fix that? I'm up for any players and any game. Anyone interested please jump in.
Soft, silent boots padded noiselessly over the ground, somewhat faster than the wearer was used to. Grateful for a break in his studies, Brindle had been waiting all day to test the good whether. Now out of the castle he could barely contain the urge to run with the thrill of it. As much as he'd enjoyed his time cloistered in the castle practically devouring textbooks on potions and herbology Brindle had dearly missed the smell and the feel of nature. It had taken him most of the day to finish "Lesser Known Magical Herbs and their Practical Applications" but there was still light enough to enjoy the day.
Reaching the edge of the water Brindle slowed, and stopped. He hadn't been out this way in some time, and though he hadn't known it before, now found he had missed it. He stood enjoying the breeze, cooled as it cam over the water, and contemplating freeing his feet from his thin, soft bottomed boots to dangle his feet in the lake. Brindle was aware that the reason he decided not to do this was part of his paranoid nature, knowing that it would take him to long to lace them back up, should there be reason to leave. What Brindle didn't realize about his paranoid nature was that it had unconsciously led him to circle half way around the lake before approaching it, as to stay upwind of the water, and downwind of anything on land, which would have had a much simpler time reaching him. And so, discarding this plan of action, Brindle settled instead upon climbing the nearest tree.
The oak was massive and proud, with strong limbs and ancient bark which peeled away from the trunk like dead skin. Brindle tested and found these peels of bark easily able to support his meager weight, and easily big enough for his tiny hands to grip comfortably. The boy moved with an agility belying his stature. None would have expected such a weedy, underfed looking boy to scale a tree faster than most could scale a ladder. In reality, since coming to the school Brindle was not underfed at all (though regardless of what he ate he remained five feet short, with child like delicacy) and had honed skills of climbing, and in fact all manner of escaping for years before coming here.
Brindle reached a lower canopy and caught a view that decided him on staying there a while. He sat where a large branch met the trunk of the great Oak and, taking care not to sit on his light brown cloak stretched his legs out onto the limb. There he sat, admiring the near setting some as it broke through the clouds for perhaps the last time today. Minutes later, he finally broke his gaze on the scene to turn his head towards the forest. Over the tops of the trees he saw the moon rising, early, he thought. Stranger still, it was heavily tinged an orange red. Vaguely, Brindle wondered if this should worry him, but wondrously the golden light from the other direction relaxed the boy for whom worry was a near constant state of being. He sat, and watched....
OOC: Jump in guys!
Soft, silent boots padded noiselessly over the ground, somewhat faster than the wearer was used to. Grateful for a break in his studies, Brindle had been waiting all day to test the good whether. Now out of the castle he could barely contain the urge to run with the thrill of it. As much as he'd enjoyed his time cloistered in the castle practically devouring textbooks on potions and herbology Brindle had dearly missed the smell and the feel of nature. It had taken him most of the day to finish "Lesser Known Magical Herbs and their Practical Applications" but there was still light enough to enjoy the day.
Reaching the edge of the water Brindle slowed, and stopped. He hadn't been out this way in some time, and though he hadn't known it before, now found he had missed it. He stood enjoying the breeze, cooled as it cam over the water, and contemplating freeing his feet from his thin, soft bottomed boots to dangle his feet in the lake. Brindle was aware that the reason he decided not to do this was part of his paranoid nature, knowing that it would take him to long to lace them back up, should there be reason to leave. What Brindle didn't realize about his paranoid nature was that it had unconsciously led him to circle half way around the lake before approaching it, as to stay upwind of the water, and downwind of anything on land, which would have had a much simpler time reaching him. And so, discarding this plan of action, Brindle settled instead upon climbing the nearest tree.
The oak was massive and proud, with strong limbs and ancient bark which peeled away from the trunk like dead skin. Brindle tested and found these peels of bark easily able to support his meager weight, and easily big enough for his tiny hands to grip comfortably. The boy moved with an agility belying his stature. None would have expected such a weedy, underfed looking boy to scale a tree faster than most could scale a ladder. In reality, since coming to the school Brindle was not underfed at all (though regardless of what he ate he remained five feet short, with child like delicacy) and had honed skills of climbing, and in fact all manner of escaping for years before coming here.
Brindle reached a lower canopy and caught a view that decided him on staying there a while. He sat where a large branch met the trunk of the great Oak and, taking care not to sit on his light brown cloak stretched his legs out onto the limb. There he sat, admiring the near setting some as it broke through the clouds for perhaps the last time today. Minutes later, he finally broke his gaze on the scene to turn his head towards the forest. Over the tops of the trees he saw the moon rising, early, he thought. Stranger still, it was heavily tinged an orange red. Vaguely, Brindle wondered if this should worry him, but wondrously the golden light from the other direction relaxed the boy for whom worry was a near constant state of being. He sat, and watched....
OOC: Jump in guys!