Post by Charla on May 26, 2006 23:15:12 GMT -5
( 1. Random forest? xD
2. Wandering/practice?
3. Mid morning?
Was the only thing on my mind during this. I'm testing interaction between characters. )
It was barely several hours past dawn, a time no decent child should be awake. Most would have slept in, snug in their beds. Perhaps that slumbering child's head tilted, smothering their pillows with a content smile.
But if you were a strange boy, you may have been up at this early hour, wiggling your toes in your tight sandals. Earth still damp from the heavy showers overnight, mud slick enough to be able to trip over.
The strange boy relished the morning, when Konoha was still so tired and still. There were no sneers, there was no yelling. It was only morning. He liked it that way. It was very wet in the morning, he registered, as drops of water rolled off the very green tree above him, plopping atop his head.
Where was the boy? On the outskirts of the forest, looking mildly bored. He was going to take a walk, when the forest was still asleep. The forest was a very wet, dirty muddy, green place.
That's what he told himself. Carmina wanted to get some training done. He was going to take it at his own pace. It was always nice to talk with someone.
2. Wandering/practice?
3. Mid morning?
Was the only thing on my mind during this. I'm testing interaction between characters. )
It was barely several hours past dawn, a time no decent child should be awake. Most would have slept in, snug in their beds. Perhaps that slumbering child's head tilted, smothering their pillows with a content smile.
But if you were a strange boy, you may have been up at this early hour, wiggling your toes in your tight sandals. Earth still damp from the heavy showers overnight, mud slick enough to be able to trip over.
The strange boy relished the morning, when Konoha was still so tired and still. There were no sneers, there was no yelling. It was only morning. He liked it that way. It was very wet in the morning, he registered, as drops of water rolled off the very green tree above him, plopping atop his head.
Where was the boy? On the outskirts of the forest, looking mildly bored. He was going to take a walk, when the forest was still asleep. The forest was a very wet, dirty muddy, green place.
That's what he told himself. Carmina wanted to get some training done. He was going to take it at his own pace. It was always nice to talk with someone.
