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[Reisen Widerspruch]

13th of Spring, 516 AV, 17th Bell, 9th Chime

The evening started with a warm up around the Terrace which was home to the Freeborn of Kenash. It was an interesting place to be sure and Reisen liked interesting things. The Terraces were interesting in that they were very much, while perhaps simpler and need in more maintenance, extravagant and unique as the homes of the Dynasts, of which he had yet to see for himself.

Its design as a series of paths extending from the shores to further into the waters made it one of the more unique things he saw in his travels. His own home was closer to the shores for simple reasons, such as being closer to the gatest that separated the Terraces from Kenash proper, though he would have liked to have one of those homes further into the water.

His feet carried him over the paths un an unsightly gate, showing that he was an inelegant runner. Even further was how his breath seemed to be out of it as he ran. He’d allowed himself to grow lax unfortunately and so his strength wasn’t as it should be.

Running helped by being one of the most basic exercises for his legs and the human body in general. Decades past, he was told that running strengthened the legs, straining the muscles through constant movement and by the fact that it is the pillar that constantly keeps the body standing despite the overall weight it carried.

Breifly, he wondered if he was overweight if his legs tired this quickly, his legs aching from the strain with each back and forth movement. Though the more real truth was that he was simply lacking stamina.

After a bit he found himself resting one one of the paths, breathing heavily as he looked at the last dredges of Syna’s light signifying the end of day with Lheth’s gaze emerging from the horizon . IT was beautiful really, he wished he wasn’t so tired so he can enjoy it.

Oh well, it was what it was.

Several people passed with curious looks on their faces, with a child pointing at him while being hushed by his mother pointing out it was impolite to point at strange men.

‘ What’s the matter of them? Haven’t they seen an exhausted runner before’

It wouldn’t have been quite the issue if he didn’t look like a mess of limbs with the chin of his head planted onto the path with his tongue sticking out. Even the slaves looked at him weirdly and some of them were hardly decent!,

But tis the life of an oddball one supposed. So with resignation, Reisen liften himself up to his feet, ready to try again.