Post by Farrion on May 13, 2008 12:51:19 GMT -5
Farrion was strolling along the main path; armed with bow and arrow, on his way to a target-practice session with his tutor. He came to the crossroads, an area of Sarusse he did not venture through very often.
It had been a few weeks since his last archery lesson, and so he had forgotten the way slightly. He stood in the middle of the four-way crossroad, without a clue of where to go. He spun on one heel, trying to remember his bearings, but they had been lost amongst other thoughts.
His dark-green shirt was strapped tight to his body, due to his quiver's leather straps. This made his muscles more noticable, and drew the attention of a few passing ladies of his own age. His ripped trousers showed he was a true boy. They told a story of exploration, battle and adventure. They appeared to be years old, but as a matter of fact, he purchased them from the market-place only a few days earlier.
It had been a few weeks since his last archery lesson, and so he had forgotten the way slightly. He stood in the middle of the four-way crossroad, without a clue of where to go. He spun on one heel, trying to remember his bearings, but they had been lost amongst other thoughts.
His dark-green shirt was strapped tight to his body, due to his quiver's leather straps. This made his muscles more noticable, and drew the attention of a few passing ladies of his own age. His ripped trousers showed he was a true boy. They told a story of exploration, battle and adventure. They appeared to be years old, but as a matter of fact, he purchased them from the market-place only a few days earlier.