Post by mirakel on Aug 12, 2006 22:20:02 GMT
The forests of Isysia were once more host to Mirakel's footfalls. The leaves quieted his steps, though stealth was not his goal right now. He was simply glad to be here, almost as if he were home somehow. With his hands in opposite sleeves, he smiled and gazed about. Green leaves wafted in the breezes, waving pleasant hellos to the young wastelander. The sword at his hip caught on a branch, tugging on his hip.
His frace creased in a frown, and he stopped short to pull on the sheath, the Arano saber coming free easily. He sighed and without warning, plopped onto the leafy soil. Leaning his back against the rough bark of a tree, he set his head against it and closed his eyes, his heart pumping from the long trek back from Trent. His white hair fluffed about in the cool breeze, chilling the sweat that had beaded on his brow. Cracking one eye, he peered up at his singular companion, watching to make sure she was still alright. "Maria, let's stop for a moment, eh? I've got to catch my breath."
They'd been ascending a steep hill since breakfast that morning, and he was running out of energy at the moment. Ravenous hunger gnawed at his insides. Reaching a hand into his pack, he pulled out a roll of bread and split it in half, handing the other to Maria. Biting down on it, the inside was still soft and doughy from the ovens of a city they'd left two days ago. The tasty bread filled his mouth with a tangy, sweet sensation. He sighed in pleasure and chewed slowly, enjoying the taste and reveling in it.
"Sho, Mawia, wat should we dho know?" He swallowed with some difficulty, realizing he'd bitten off more than he could chew at a time. He smiled and laughed, taking a smaller bite this time. "Well?"
His frace creased in a frown, and he stopped short to pull on the sheath, the Arano saber coming free easily. He sighed and without warning, plopped onto the leafy soil. Leaning his back against the rough bark of a tree, he set his head against it and closed his eyes, his heart pumping from the long trek back from Trent. His white hair fluffed about in the cool breeze, chilling the sweat that had beaded on his brow. Cracking one eye, he peered up at his singular companion, watching to make sure she was still alright. "Maria, let's stop for a moment, eh? I've got to catch my breath."
They'd been ascending a steep hill since breakfast that morning, and he was running out of energy at the moment. Ravenous hunger gnawed at his insides. Reaching a hand into his pack, he pulled out a roll of bread and split it in half, handing the other to Maria. Biting down on it, the inside was still soft and doughy from the ovens of a city they'd left two days ago. The tasty bread filled his mouth with a tangy, sweet sensation. He sighed in pleasure and chewed slowly, enjoying the taste and reveling in it.
"Sho, Mawia, wat should we dho know?" He swallowed with some difficulty, realizing he'd bitten off more than he could chew at a time. He smiled and laughed, taking a smaller bite this time. "Well?"