5th of Fall, 513 AV There was a hush calm outside the city walls of Syliras. Far enough so that one can hear himself think with little to interrupt him but the occasional sound from a distressed critter running. To the right of him Syliras was in view of him from afar city walls and foreboding stillness. Opposite were the fields of crops and grains to supply the city along with the watchtower still quite a distance away. His bags were with the horse, now pitched and carelessly grazing near the road. A slow breathe followed another until the squire found himself wrinkling his nose with displeasure. "Still does not make this anymore acceptable." Though the scene was calm and the mood serene, adrenaline was pumping through the squire's as his mind raced for an answer. Only a few chimes in and already Bolivar found himself at a lost what to do. Normally the slight chill of the season was appreciated by the mixed blood but for the first time it hindered him. Patches of wet grass littered the area all around him as Bolivar quietly looked for an answer to his query. The field Bolivar found himself was "resting" this season. The ground was given time to rest before the next season came in and new seeds were put into the soil. Something about drinking in the world's energy, it didn't matter. In any case what Bolivar was doing might have been helping it recover for all he knew. It was not something that he dwelled on for longer then the first few tics. "Quite the elephant now that I look at it from afar." Looking at his horse, Bolivar received only silence from his training steed. Closing his eyes deep in thought Bolivar only can wish to find an answer by the end of the session. His mind was not letting him have peace until a resolution came to this slight oversight. Who knows? Maybe if he did not figure it out perhaps the squire would find himself slain at the hands of an unforgiving foe. Being a squire meant being in a constant struggle to understand what it was to be a knight and how to perform as one. Of course horse riding was the other obvious problem Bolivar was facing but perhaps he could concentrate a bit better when he figured this out. Choosing a field was a great idea. No need to give a warning when there is one all around you. All around him patches of wet grass littered the area. Getting up from his short escape Bolivar held his battle axe up in his typical ready position. He found his mind wandering, hands shaking and focus lacking. Moments later a meager display was performed by the squire, almost looking questioning him on what to do. Finding a practical use for this was going to take awhile. |