The Need to Breath Avanthal's Fresh Air.

[Lucas Chance]

Fall 511 AV



"Earth's relation...earth's relation..."

Lucas scribbled the rest of his notes down as quickly as he could. He surprises a groan when the messy ink smeared his words, and he all but slams down his pen. He traced his finger down the heavy volume of the book he was assigned for his reading today.

He'd already pre-read the chapter, and his body begin to shiver with the erg to go outside. His foot taps echoed in the warm room he was in, and it was slowly driving the boy mad.

Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap.....

"That should be enough!" he huffed to himself. After shoving his notes into the book and shutting the heavy edition, a grin overtakes his face. He throws a glance at the direction of his bow, and his fingers tingle. His entire being screamed for him to take it and go outside.

Well, why disobey yourself?

After a second of contemplation, stands and pushes his chair back into his desk. He wondered where his Master was, and bites his lip. Half an hour of going out wouldn't be a problem. It shouldn't be a problem. Why was he still just standing there?

Before he can control himself the bow is in his grasp. Lucas Grabs a few bows and tucks them into his small bag. He rushes to the window and throws it open to check the condition outside. It was, of course, cold and slick ice covered some of the earth. A grin spread across his face at the beauty of it. His soft laugh produced white fog to slip through his lips.

Excitement makes him quiver and leaves the window open, rushing from his room within icol Di Mordi's home.