Summer 10, 503 AV Norien woke up. It was Summer, his favorite time of year. He had turned thirteen years of age last Winter, and he was still full of excitement and enthusiasm for all the games that children play. His group, the Wing Wolves, caused all sorts of trouble for the people of Wind Reach, but being young, they were looked upon with a certain sort of fond exasperation. As long as they got to play their games, Norien wasn't too concerned about the repercussions of the group's actions. He got dressed quickly, and after eating a hurried breakfast, rushed out to the Courtyard of the Sky, where his group met daily. While he ran, he thought about all the adventures they had already had. Running through the streets, chasing each other with stick-swords was a favorite, and happened with some regularity. More notable ones had been the times where they planned to go make their own glass beads, and sneaked into the workshop when the master had been at lunch. He cringed as he remembered the burns they had received from that little adventure. Luckily, the master had decided, after checking to make certain none of them were too badly burned, that that was lesson enough. Another of Norien's favorites was when they went out into the wilderness surrounding Wind Reach for a few days. After making little forts of their own, and setting up a makeshift camp center, they had played in the woods for 3 days. In that time, they had explored a good portion of the forest around them, found some of the local animals (not all of them friendly,) and managed to set a small sapling on fire. Needless to say, they had great fun and thought themselves rulers of their little world. But after being found by a search party organized specifically to find them, and being scolded and beaten, he decided not to leave the city...except for a really good adventure. "And," he thought as he ran, "I have just that." He grinned to himself and once he reached the Courtyard, he waited for the others, drawing out part of his plan in the dirt. |