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| Topic Started: Dec 27 2012, 06:39 AM (299 Views) | |
| Sinjin | Dec 27 2012, 06:39 AM Post #1 |
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One could say he slept the season away. But that was not what happened. The trees were still cold, white fluff of the cold snow hanging along edges of leaves (or what would have been leaves probably too stubborn to fall) and some branches and bark. The ground was beginning to moisten, each step pushing forth through once hard and chilling lump of white, and there were now bird calls or distant knocking of some woodland creature against the hard of snow in their tree-house openings. It was nearing the end of winter and Tyf was about to experience the full cycle of the seasons in Fiore, something he never thought possible coming from the Westerway Desert to the western lands of Earthland and Fiore itself. And as such, (and also following the tip from Sion) the best location to witness the change of the season was among nature itself. He couldn't agree more. In the middle of a wide opening amidst the forest just outside Coreopsis, the white-haired nomad had temporarily set up camp. A small tent, courtesy of winning that thrilling dance fever along the town's winter celebration, came in handy. Nothing to extravagant but a regular traveler's tent good for one person and standing no taller than his shoulder. Not like he stood up when he slept anyway. And out side the tent was a small firepit he had been trying to keep alive during nights to avoid freezing to death but he thought of the experience of doing so as part of the journey itself. Though probably he would have to thank his ridiculous ability to remain optimistic to avoid turning into a jellypop. "Achoo!" He curled the scarf-cape, wounding it round his neck and lifting the hem over to cover at least a portion of his face. Tyf was sitting on a recycled log turned chair right outside the tent as he watched the fading orange of the afternoon sky reveal distinct and pleasurable colors across the clouds, reflecting against snowcapped trees and the brand new life the world would display at winter's wake. Of course, he was too foolhardy to think he could camp for the next coming days just for the experience but he was always quirky and strange to begin with. But perhaps what he was about to embark into was a journey he never dreamt of. Edited by Sinjin, Dec 27 2012, 07:03 AM.
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