| "My Speaking" | My Thoughts |
Ball heard the squire cry out, turning his eye in the direction Ball started to move towards the wall of... Something, Ball didn't take the time to wait to find out what it was going to become “Squire move!”. After the climb from the tree and the battle before, Ball tried his best to leap at the squire's ankles to knock him down away from what he expected was going to be a fiery explosion. In midair though the pycon was bombarded by a concussive sound of someone breaking stone. Flung from the squire Ball rolled as best as he could to protect himself, raising a hand to protect his singular eye the Pycon realized then that it wasn't a blasted of fiery death but a sheet of curved ice. A rather short person with light colored hair was clouded in the blurry thickness of the wall, a bulkier blur of a shadow behind it, silhouetted against the massive hole in the wall. The Warden had wasted no time, ordering the city's lock down and the authority to Ball to go in search. There was no reason to wait any longer and Ball wasted no time to listen to the rest of the words, he heard everything he needed to. He huffed off towards the door, just as the door's barricade was released by two larger squires this time and the door was yanked open to allow some of the knights to go on the hunt as well.
Ball wasted no time in determining his next step, he turned in the direction of the blown out wall, it was pretty obvious once he saw it and the dust was disturbed by debris and footprints. Squires were lined against the far wall, hit by falling debris. Medics were checking them for damages and the likes, “Direction of the culprit.” A squire with enough strength to point in a direction did so and Ball nodded and ran off, prints in the dust did show that general direction, so Ball took to it. It took Ball only a few more ticks to see that he was were heading in the direction of the stables. Ball stopped in his tracks. Even if he could call his trusty steed from this location there was no way in Hai Ball and Imass could mount a search for the two.
They have fled far faster than his little body could possibly keep up with. He sank to his knees before leaning forward and placing his hands on the floor before him. Sobs echoed from his body and he felt the failure sink in. He had failed the tree in finding the perpetrator. The schemer had fooled his family, betrayed their loyalty. Made a fool of him. Ball turned his gaze towards the stables. Ball felt the tree was saved from the disfigured man beneath it, he knew it with all his exhaustion that the threat beneath the tree was no more.
His body ached, but he wasn't not finished. Ball stood on aching limbs and turned back towards the Dining Hall to speak with the Warden Knight and his superiors. It was time Ball told them of his quest, of the traitor, and of the traitor's escape. Word would come out eventually, at least among the squires and knights, of who the traitors were... But right now not even Ball knew.
I will find you, and I will bring justice upon you traitor.
The doors were still open and the noises within were far quieter than before, still loud however, but subdued... Probably talks of the events that just occurred.
“I could not catch him. He is far taller and his legs stretch farther than my own. I need to speak with your superiors Warden. On this most urgent and monumental task I have endeavored.” Ball spoke aloud before pitching forward and landing with a thud against the ground. Exhaustion overtook the little clay man entirely as he just lay there, recalling the fight, the climb out... The chase.
Ball wasted no time in determining his next step, he turned in the direction of the blown out wall, it was pretty obvious once he saw it and the dust was disturbed by debris and footprints. Squires were lined against the far wall, hit by falling debris. Medics were checking them for damages and the likes, “Direction of the culprit.” A squire with enough strength to point in a direction did so and Ball nodded and ran off, prints in the dust did show that general direction, so Ball took to it. It took Ball only a few more ticks to see that he was were heading in the direction of the stables. Ball stopped in his tracks. Even if he could call his trusty steed from this location there was no way in Hai Ball and Imass could mount a search for the two.
They have fled far faster than his little body could possibly keep up with. He sank to his knees before leaning forward and placing his hands on the floor before him. Sobs echoed from his body and he felt the failure sink in. He had failed the tree in finding the perpetrator. The schemer had fooled his family, betrayed their loyalty. Made a fool of him. Ball turned his gaze towards the stables. Ball felt the tree was saved from the disfigured man beneath it, he knew it with all his exhaustion that the threat beneath the tree was no more.
His body ached, but he wasn't not finished. Ball stood on aching limbs and turned back towards the Dining Hall to speak with the Warden Knight and his superiors. It was time Ball told them of his quest, of the traitor, and of the traitor's escape. Word would come out eventually, at least among the squires and knights, of who the traitors were... But right now not even Ball knew.
I will find you, and I will bring justice upon you traitor.
The doors were still open and the noises within were far quieter than before, still loud however, but subdued... Probably talks of the events that just occurred.
“I could not catch him. He is far taller and his legs stretch farther than my own. I need to speak with your superiors Warden. On this most urgent and monumental task I have endeavored.” Ball spoke aloud before pitching forward and landing with a thud against the ground. Exhaustion overtook the little clay man entirely as he just lay there, recalling the fight, the climb out... The chase.
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