23rd of Summer, 510AV
8th of Bell
8th of Bell
Sei was close enough by now. He smiled intently, and removed his clothes except for his shorts. He put his clothing in his rucksack, and tied the strap across his chest so the rucksack would hand diagonally. There was nithing in the sack besides his clothes, and he had taken off his shoes and added them to the sack as well. He could feel the cool grass and soil under his bare feet, and smiled as he took off in a mad sprint. His feet smacked agaist the ground, and he welcomed the sting when the hit the ground, and looked at his surroundings as they blurred past him.
He listened to the whistle of the wind in his ears, and was pleased as the breeze slammed against his face. The cool grass felt like heaven, and every stride brought him closer to his destination. He ran faster and faster, trying to eascape the harsh heat of the bronze woods. He had been sweating so hard before that his clothes clung to him, so his destination was perfect. Today he had strapped his usual hidden dagger to his right leg tightly, and had slightly rolled up his shorts. He loved every bit of the whistling wind against him, but ran like a madman, closer to were he wanted to be. He jumped over a large rock, and continued to fly past the trees.
He was smiling from ear to ear, and when he saw a low hung, strudy branch, he couldn't help but grip it. He felt his adrenaline rise, and he latched onto the branch and hoisted himself onto it until he was steady enough to stand. He then started to carefully jump to the next branch, which was nice, close, strudy, and low. He hopped on it, and steadied himself eagerly. He looked up the tree from the branch, and jumped up, reaching for the next branch, and grabbed it happily. He did a pull-up, and leaned his stomach over the branch while his legs dangled below, clawing at the tree to find a foot hold. When he steadied himself to stand, he hopped to the next suitable branch on the next tree. He leaped forward, and grasped the trunk for stability.
After a chime of jumping, he leaped out of his tree, bending his knees to lighten the thump of hitting the ground, and broke into a sprint once more. He tore through the trees and laughed enjoyably. He looked down briefly, checking for his dagger, which was still tightly bound to his leg in it's sheath, and continued his run. He kept a steady pace, and continued to run for at least two hole chimes before veering to the left. He shook his clothes onto the ground from the rucksack, strapped it back on, inhaled a deep breath, and hopped off a ledge.
*Splsh!*
He released a bit of air through his nose, and flailed his arms and feet, and emerged his head from the water. "Fwaah!" He grinned and continued to move his legs and arms, keeping him above the water. The water was cool, and it felt good against his hot skin. He was smiling, and was happy to finally reach his destination. Silkwater Lake. He had been waiting for a chance to do this since last summer, and had never gotten around to it. This is great.. He thought, as he made a full circle. He floated for a bit longer, took in a deep breath, and dove into the water. He swam deeper in, windmilling his cupped hands, and took out his dagger. He still had the rucksack strapped on, and when he spotted a couple of fish - which was hard seeing as his eyes were semi closed - and swam after them. He had cought up within a few minutes, and was close enough to them.
Hidden within a school of small fish, there was a large, round fish, and Sei shot his dagger arm forward. The fish was swifter than he, and managed to gracefully avoid him. He swam for it and tried to cup the dagger like his hands, which made it go faster. He checked himself; he was almost out of air, and realized the dagger had pierced through the fish. He shoved the fish into his rucksack, and swam to the surface. He was kicking as hard as he could, and when he surfaced, it was almost to late. He gulped down the air, and waited for the oxygen to naturally come into his lungs before diving down again.
He only went a at least two feet into the water, and could still see the school of fish traveling back and forth. He swam after them, taking a look at the tiny ones. He swam farther down, and found that there was flipping on his back. It was no doupt the fish he had just stabbed, but seeing as the rucksack was tightly closed, there was no cause for alarm. He looked around, desperately trying to keep his eyes open. He spotted a smaller fish, about the size of both his hands combined, and worked his way over to it. He cupped his hands, and waited until the last moment to strike it with his dagger.
He listened to the whistle of the wind in his ears, and was pleased as the breeze slammed against his face. The cool grass felt like heaven, and every stride brought him closer to his destination. He ran faster and faster, trying to eascape the harsh heat of the bronze woods. He had been sweating so hard before that his clothes clung to him, so his destination was perfect. Today he had strapped his usual hidden dagger to his right leg tightly, and had slightly rolled up his shorts. He loved every bit of the whistling wind against him, but ran like a madman, closer to were he wanted to be. He jumped over a large rock, and continued to fly past the trees.
He was smiling from ear to ear, and when he saw a low hung, strudy branch, he couldn't help but grip it. He felt his adrenaline rise, and he latched onto the branch and hoisted himself onto it until he was steady enough to stand. He then started to carefully jump to the next branch, which was nice, close, strudy, and low. He hopped on it, and steadied himself eagerly. He looked up the tree from the branch, and jumped up, reaching for the next branch, and grabbed it happily. He did a pull-up, and leaned his stomach over the branch while his legs dangled below, clawing at the tree to find a foot hold. When he steadied himself to stand, he hopped to the next suitable branch on the next tree. He leaped forward, and grasped the trunk for stability.
After a chime of jumping, he leaped out of his tree, bending his knees to lighten the thump of hitting the ground, and broke into a sprint once more. He tore through the trees and laughed enjoyably. He looked down briefly, checking for his dagger, which was still tightly bound to his leg in it's sheath, and continued his run. He kept a steady pace, and continued to run for at least two hole chimes before veering to the left. He shook his clothes onto the ground from the rucksack, strapped it back on, inhaled a deep breath, and hopped off a ledge.
*Splsh!*
He released a bit of air through his nose, and flailed his arms and feet, and emerged his head from the water. "Fwaah!" He grinned and continued to move his legs and arms, keeping him above the water. The water was cool, and it felt good against his hot skin. He was smiling, and was happy to finally reach his destination. Silkwater Lake. He had been waiting for a chance to do this since last summer, and had never gotten around to it. This is great.. He thought, as he made a full circle. He floated for a bit longer, took in a deep breath, and dove into the water. He swam deeper in, windmilling his cupped hands, and took out his dagger. He still had the rucksack strapped on, and when he spotted a couple of fish - which was hard seeing as his eyes were semi closed - and swam after them. He had cought up within a few minutes, and was close enough to them.
Hidden within a school of small fish, there was a large, round fish, and Sei shot his dagger arm forward. The fish was swifter than he, and managed to gracefully avoid him. He swam for it and tried to cup the dagger like his hands, which made it go faster. He checked himself; he was almost out of air, and realized the dagger had pierced through the fish. He shoved the fish into his rucksack, and swam to the surface. He was kicking as hard as he could, and when he surfaced, it was almost to late. He gulped down the air, and waited for the oxygen to naturally come into his lungs before diving down again.
He only went a at least two feet into the water, and could still see the school of fish traveling back and forth. He swam after them, taking a look at the tiny ones. He swam farther down, and found that there was flipping on his back. It was no doupt the fish he had just stabbed, but seeing as the rucksack was tightly closed, there was no cause for alarm. He looked around, desperately trying to keep his eyes open. He spotted a smaller fish, about the size of both his hands combined, and worked his way over to it. He cupped his hands, and waited until the last moment to strike it with his dagger.
