49th of Spring, 511 A chilly spring day in Avanthal almost reaching 12 degrees Fahrenheit but to the people with Morwen's blessing it seemed a decent day to go outside. One of those chosen individuals found himself staring at the sky, lying on his back. "Life why do you trouble me so?" Darren found himself at the far end of Mirror Lake, thinking of his current situation. He still has yet to find an answer as to why he pushes himself physically while there didn't seem to be much point. Sigh* "Here I am, a huge lug of a man as some of the other Avanthalians would eloquently say with no initiatives other then to becoming strong. But why?" He stared straight up into the sky for as if looking for the answer there, the soft glow of the sun warming his cheek as he looked at it in self reflection. Does it matter? He got up with new vigor. "That's right...there doesn't have to be a reason. There is just doing. I can't dwell on such things" He said. His recent encounters with Cara caused him to question his own ability to deal with... just about everything. This brooding reached his peak as he found himself carving a hole in the lake with his eating knife. "Ugh, that's it! I need to just work off this anxiety off" he said equipping his gauntlets. He looked at the shine the protective armguard and smiled. Focusing some djed to generally gather in his arm he looked around for something to fight. |