40 Fall 513
Stone Gardens, Tenth Bell of the Morning
Ball had found himself once again in the Stone Garden, it had the perfect terrain for what Ball had decided to do today. Working up the nerve to go on doing this though was what took the small squire so long to get this far. Leaving his mount at the gate as a ‘guard’ Ball had untied the knot that he used to keep his rapier attached to his side, it was a simple knot in a strip of fabric and once released the weapon clattered gently to the ground and Ball had left it with Imass for safe keeping.
Looking over the terrain Ball had seen the stones were all varying in shape and size, several raised walkways marked designated pathways through the Gardens. The Pycon stepped off the path, dropping the inch or so down to land on the crushed gravel that surrounded each and every stone within the park. Allowing the serenity to overcome him Ball paused in this moment and allowed his thoughts and memories to wash over him.
Blue Pycon, you have taught me much. After our paths have migrated on their separate ways I have continued on my path in hopes that they will once again cross. I never forgot what you have taught me and I hope you are out there somewhere, trying to return to me. Ball’s mind fell silent, he knew full well that the words fell on deaf ears, they were just thoughts and nothing more.
“Sylir... Grant me the Strength to carry on...” Ball spoke, the first time ever his words spoke clear and without popping. Their gravelly sound rumbling and befitting of his locale. And with that, Ball took a few steps away from the walkway and looked around his being, slowly looping in a large circle, realizing he was alone, committed to a task he knew little about in a place he knew as a training location.
Stopping to face the walkway that he dropped from Ball set his mouth in a look of focus, instinctively his fingers twitched, flexed, and stretched in preparation of what the pycon had planned on doing.
“Now or never Ball... Now or never.” He braced himself with a breathe and then pushed off the ground with his left foot, while at the same time bringing his right foot forward. His left arm arched backwards as his right followed the foot underneath it.
His left foot dug into the ground, adding gravel bits to the sole of his foot as his right pressed hard into the gravel before him, this too adding gravel to the other foot’s bottom. Kinetic energy was already being forced from potential energy into force and Ball’s body went with the flow of it. With each pushing foot pushing the clay squire ever closer to the walkway the gravel bits on the soles of his feet were getting ground into the clay of his soles, adding traction and a toughness that only rock could provide.
Arms pumping and feet pounding Ball reached the stone walkway before he knew it, his left arm came first, and instead of just crashing his arm into it the running pycon brought fingertips to grip the edge, his left foot came into contact with the edge and Ball forced himself to push up the cliff of a walkway. His right hand came up into position at the edge of the walkway and Ball used the additional leverage to pull himself upward more, the momentum and gravel-induced traction his right foot added to the action only propelled the three inch squire faster.
His propulsion was too much for him to maintain a level playing ground and once his upper body broke past the ledge Ball’s arms were straightened out to their maximum limits in this form and Ball had to force himself forward else he was going to lose all the momentum he gathered from running and be stuck...
Stone Gardens, Tenth Bell of the Morning
Ball had found himself once again in the Stone Garden, it had the perfect terrain for what Ball had decided to do today. Working up the nerve to go on doing this though was what took the small squire so long to get this far. Leaving his mount at the gate as a ‘guard’ Ball had untied the knot that he used to keep his rapier attached to his side, it was a simple knot in a strip of fabric and once released the weapon clattered gently to the ground and Ball had left it with Imass for safe keeping.
Looking over the terrain Ball had seen the stones were all varying in shape and size, several raised walkways marked designated pathways through the Gardens. The Pycon stepped off the path, dropping the inch or so down to land on the crushed gravel that surrounded each and every stone within the park. Allowing the serenity to overcome him Ball paused in this moment and allowed his thoughts and memories to wash over him.
Blue Pycon, you have taught me much. After our paths have migrated on their separate ways I have continued on my path in hopes that they will once again cross. I never forgot what you have taught me and I hope you are out there somewhere, trying to return to me. Ball’s mind fell silent, he knew full well that the words fell on deaf ears, they were just thoughts and nothing more.
“Sylir... Grant me the Strength to carry on...” Ball spoke, the first time ever his words spoke clear and without popping. Their gravelly sound rumbling and befitting of his locale. And with that, Ball took a few steps away from the walkway and looked around his being, slowly looping in a large circle, realizing he was alone, committed to a task he knew little about in a place he knew as a training location.
Stopping to face the walkway that he dropped from Ball set his mouth in a look of focus, instinctively his fingers twitched, flexed, and stretched in preparation of what the pycon had planned on doing.
“Now or never Ball... Now or never.” He braced himself with a breathe and then pushed off the ground with his left foot, while at the same time bringing his right foot forward. His left arm arched backwards as his right followed the foot underneath it.
His left foot dug into the ground, adding gravel bits to the sole of his foot as his right pressed hard into the gravel before him, this too adding gravel to the other foot’s bottom. Kinetic energy was already being forced from potential energy into force and Ball’s body went with the flow of it. With each pushing foot pushing the clay squire ever closer to the walkway the gravel bits on the soles of his feet were getting ground into the clay of his soles, adding traction and a toughness that only rock could provide.
Arms pumping and feet pounding Ball reached the stone walkway before he knew it, his left arm came first, and instead of just crashing his arm into it the running pycon brought fingertips to grip the edge, his left foot came into contact with the edge and Ball forced himself to push up the cliff of a walkway. His right hand came up into position at the edge of the walkway and Ball used the additional leverage to pull himself upward more, the momentum and gravel-induced traction his right foot added to the action only propelled the three inch squire faster.
His propulsion was too much for him to maintain a level playing ground and once his upper body broke past the ledge Ball’s arms were straightened out to their maximum limits in this form and Ball had to force himself forward else he was going to lose all the momentum he gathered from running and be stuck...
Created goes to Euthisa