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05-24-2017, 01:48 AM
a calm sea never made a skilled sailor
The blue bird always loved to stay up late. Perhaps it was because of when he was younger, the military often did drills deep within the dark blanket of night and Sunjata would sneak off from where he was supposed to sleep to watch them. It was easy for him to find a vantage point to hide in and remain quiet, watching all different types of strategies practiced over and over again. Had he gotten the chance to participate as well, he would have known the moves before training even began. But that was the trouble of being a young prince in a far away land. You never got to do the things you wanted to do.
As he made his way to the water to wade off the exhaustion of the day, he spotted a couple of creatures in the distance. As he made his way into the water, he lowered his wings so their tips began to wade in the water, before slowing plunging himself further. Then as he lifted his ivory head from the salty water, he found his icy gaze returning to the creatures, figuring he should probably at least say hello to them. As he got closer, he noticed the one was a crafter – the one that had given him a key recently. A small smile danced along his lips as he moved toward them, the water parting as he crossed.
“Syrena, was it?” He questioned with a tilt of his head, noticing her color change in a small amount of awe. “This is the best time to enjoy the water, you have good taste.” He admitted with a small chuckle, his thickly accented voice reaching across toward her and her companion.
"Talk."
As he made his way to the water to wade off the exhaustion of the day, he spotted a couple of creatures in the distance. As he made his way into the water, he lowered his wings so their tips began to wade in the water, before slowing plunging himself further. Then as he lifted his ivory head from the salty water, he found his icy gaze returning to the creatures, figuring he should probably at least say hello to them. As he got closer, he noticed the one was a crafter – the one that had given him a key recently. A small smile danced along his lips as he moved toward them, the water parting as he crossed.
“Syrena, was it?” He questioned with a tilt of his head, noticing her color change in a small amount of awe. “This is the best time to enjoy the water, you have good taste.” He admitted with a small chuckle, his thickly accented voice reaching across toward her and her companion.
"Talk."
sunjata
@Syrena so sorry for the wait AND the terrible quality ;-;
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