Timestamp: 25th Day of winter Open to all, although I want Stitch specifically Rane was bored. He'd been in Syliras for two days, and nothing interesting had happened since. Yet, he wasn't ready to go back to exploring the ever-so-repetitive (and wolf-infested) forests of Mizahar. So, he decided he'd try one more thing to attempt to bring some interest out of boring, day to day city life. An adventure, so to say. Now, Rane stood in front of the Welcome Home staring up towards the top. The building was only two stories, but for a seven inch tall piece of clay, two stories was a bit more than just that. Rane searched for anyplace on the building where feet and hand holds existed as his parents had taught him too. The Pycon would search for the best way up, and then stick to it. If he did not have a certain path, he wouldn't be able to climb. Because of his size, there was no room to improvise and reach a little farther once he was scaling up the wall. Why was he doing this? It's just the way he was born. Rane can't just sit around all day, he liked to do anything he could call an adventure, and climbing a two story building was in that category. Satisfied that he had a good path to the roof, Rane began to walk towards the building. He had no fears, nor enough knowledge about what is dangerous and what is safe. So, while he could go splat against the ground with one false move, and possibly even damage his cestus, he would climb regardless. Standing within a few inches of the Welcome Home, Rane steadied his breathing. After that, he began to climb. The rough walls of the home imprinted a texture onto his tiny hands, but he ignored it. Rane was determined. He was determined to reach the top of this building, and more importantly, have a good time doing it. |