by Kinneas on September 13th, 2011, 6:54 am
Kinneas was not having a good day at all, no; in fact it was quite the opposite. This was probably one of the worst days he has had in the city for quite a long time. The reason wasn’t because, gods forbid, Miro or how rowdy and active he has been lately. It was the city, it was his situation, it was his manor, his manor that still hasn’t got anything done on it. It was his manor, the only reminance of his families legacy besides the swords that they crafted, was in the dumps. It needed to be restored, but Kinne had no money to do it.
Maybe… Maybe it wasn’t the manor? Perhaps what irked him was life in general. He hadn’t got enough practice with his martial art in that he wanted to and he was just angry at that? Why was he so mad? Taking a deep in he held it inside him for a minute before calmly breathing out. Slowly the breath exited him and he could feel himself getting calmer. Smiling a little he kept on walking. He was going nowhere in particular; just letting the city shift in front of him and sees where it takes him. It was always interesting in Alvadas because you never know where it is going to take you, that was a fact.
As he walked the town seemed to thin out and he could smell the sea, the smell reminded him of his early childhood at the dock. The city must be taking him there. Smiling at the memories that flooded back he gladly walked into such a busy place, given the time of day, many people would be walking about and sailors and merchants and people of all kinds would be wandering there. That brought him back.
Though today he wasn’t feeling the docks as much as beach seemed inviting, the sand below the docks and under them called to him and he smiled back. He knew he wanted to go down there, and so he would.
Hurrying down there the feeling of sand under his feet felt way better than the roads of Alvadas. At least he knew what he was standing on, no? Looking out into the sea he noticed something shift out of the corner of his eye. Being a man never to blow such images off he looked and at first he saw nothing. No one, nobody, could he be mistaken? Taking a closer look he realized when he spied a quite unusual looking heap on the sand beneath the docks. Curious, he began towards it. Was it… at first all he saw was the bag.
Walking up there and looking at the docks he came to the conclusion that one of people on the docks must have dropped it and if he could return the bag to whoever had lost it he would be a hero. Though it was not until he was up closer did he realize that the bag was attached to something. How odd. He thought as he realized what he was staring at now. A fox, a fox with a bag. Grinning, ”You are a clever little thing aren’t ya?” he asked finding it odd that the creature was not only wearing a bag but it didn’t move either when he approached it.
Crouching down he eventually ended up sitting in the sand as he got down to the foxes level, ”Hello, little friend?” he asked trying to get its attention, slowly reaching an all too curious hand out to try to touch some of the foxes fur.
