18th of Fall, AV 517
Pulren watched as Syna woke over the Suvan from his balcony at Kuahala Estates. The last few days had given him a shot in the arm and really started to wake himself from his self induced slumber. Meeting Salara was a tonic in itself and then to find that his old friend Fallon had been in the City for some time and he was clueless...it was just too much to accept. Not one more day would he allow to sink before him. No more wasted days in bed. His body and mind had taken the brunt of his inaction. His muscles were all but nonexistent, his demeanor had become sullen and dull. He had decided that each day forward would be a blessing from the Gods and he would not waste them.
Once the Suvan really began to shine and sparkle with Syna's frolic, Pulren began to prepare for his day. Even with the blustery, cool winds coming in from the waterfall, he kept his attire light. His boots, a pair of linen pants and a green linen shirt were all he would wear, keeping himself light and unrestrained. He began stretching and jogging in place, warming his muscles up and moving them in anticipation of a day of work. Standing with his legs apart, he bent down at the waist and reached each foot, coming up and reaching up toward the sky. His arms rotated at the shoulder with some pops, knees and hips followed suit. Once his body felt warm and limber, he began to jog in place, paying attention to his breath before he began to jog out of the Estates and down toward the lower tiers of Riverfall.
He chose to leave his weapons behind, another deviation from his old routine. If a new way was to be formed, the old way had to die. He couldn't stay armed at all times, especially inside the city. He had to remain vulnerable, even among the great azure men of Riverfall, to show that as Kuvan, he trusted them as he hoped they would also trust him. Jogging out into the road before the estates, Pulren started to make his way along the thoroughfare, taking caution not to jostle anyone or bump into anyone. It was always busy and lively in the city, its very life infusing him with energy to seize the day.
As the various centers of learning and training passed him, his first stop was Wysar's Tower. Many Akalak were milling about at the foot of the silent citadel which housed that God of Perfection. Jogging in place before it, he knelt and slowed his breathing, saying a silent prayer to the resident Father of the Akalak. He then felt inspired to begin doing pushups there in the square before the tower. Each time he met the ground, he envisioned leaving a piece of the darkness in his heart there, being soaked into the ground. Each time he rose up, he equally envisioned the light of his spirit growing by the loss of the heavy burden of self doubt. Once his arms were sufficiently aflame, he rose and bowed once more to the tower before departing and continuing his journey through the City.
Pulren watched as Syna woke over the Suvan from his balcony at Kuahala Estates. The last few days had given him a shot in the arm and really started to wake himself from his self induced slumber. Meeting Salara was a tonic in itself and then to find that his old friend Fallon had been in the City for some time and he was clueless...it was just too much to accept. Not one more day would he allow to sink before him. No more wasted days in bed. His body and mind had taken the brunt of his inaction. His muscles were all but nonexistent, his demeanor had become sullen and dull. He had decided that each day forward would be a blessing from the Gods and he would not waste them.
Once the Suvan really began to shine and sparkle with Syna's frolic, Pulren began to prepare for his day. Even with the blustery, cool winds coming in from the waterfall, he kept his attire light. His boots, a pair of linen pants and a green linen shirt were all he would wear, keeping himself light and unrestrained. He began stretching and jogging in place, warming his muscles up and moving them in anticipation of a day of work. Standing with his legs apart, he bent down at the waist and reached each foot, coming up and reaching up toward the sky. His arms rotated at the shoulder with some pops, knees and hips followed suit. Once his body felt warm and limber, he began to jog in place, paying attention to his breath before he began to jog out of the Estates and down toward the lower tiers of Riverfall.
He chose to leave his weapons behind, another deviation from his old routine. If a new way was to be formed, the old way had to die. He couldn't stay armed at all times, especially inside the city. He had to remain vulnerable, even among the great azure men of Riverfall, to show that as Kuvan, he trusted them as he hoped they would also trust him. Jogging out into the road before the estates, Pulren started to make his way along the thoroughfare, taking caution not to jostle anyone or bump into anyone. It was always busy and lively in the city, its very life infusing him with energy to seize the day.
As the various centers of learning and training passed him, his first stop was Wysar's Tower. Many Akalak were milling about at the foot of the silent citadel which housed that God of Perfection. Jogging in place before it, he knelt and slowed his breathing, saying a silent prayer to the resident Father of the Akalak. He then felt inspired to begin doing pushups there in the square before the tower. Each time he met the ground, he envisioned leaving a piece of the darkness in his heart there, being soaked into the ground. Each time he rose up, he equally envisioned the light of his spirit growing by the loss of the heavy burden of self doubt. Once his arms were sufficiently aflame, he rose and bowed once more to the tower before departing and continuing his journey through the City.
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