01-05-2019, 02:45 AM
JUST STANDING WAITING FOR THE PUNCHES
It was a new day, and it seemed as though he was staying with Flintlock, at least for now. He'd gotten Beorhtwulf settled in his room, and though he hesitated leaving his companion there he couldn't stay cooped up inside. The prolonged time inside the lodge was already messing with his head, so he'd called Claire and Jeremiah to his side and decided to head outside.
The snow was still quite bad outside, making it hard to move around properly. He could see his breath in front of him as well, and the cold sent shivers through his body. It was nice though, a welcome feeling to snap him out of his funk.
He headed towards the treeline, but kept close to the lodge; he didn't want to encounter any more traps, and he doubted they'd be set up this close to the building itself. Still, he wanted a bit of room to roam and work off some steam.
Reaching to the ground, he grabbed a handful of snow and molded it into what could potentially be described as a spherical shape; whistling to catch Claire and Jeremiah's attention, he tossed the snowball and watched the dogs tear after it. Tomorrow didn't stifle the bark of laughter that came as Claire dived headfirst into the snow, snapping at an object that'd already fallen to pieces.
He reached down and started making another snowball, still chuckling as Jeremiah and Claire dug at the spot where the first snowball had landed. He hadn't noticed someone else approaching until he heard the crunch of snow underfoot and he whipped around, instinctively letting the snowball fly in the direction of whoever had approached him first.
The snow was still quite bad outside, making it hard to move around properly. He could see his breath in front of him as well, and the cold sent shivers through his body. It was nice though, a welcome feeling to snap him out of his funk.
He headed towards the treeline, but kept close to the lodge; he didn't want to encounter any more traps, and he doubted they'd be set up this close to the building itself. Still, he wanted a bit of room to roam and work off some steam.
Reaching to the ground, he grabbed a handful of snow and molded it into what could potentially be described as a spherical shape; whistling to catch Claire and Jeremiah's attention, he tossed the snowball and watched the dogs tear after it. Tomorrow didn't stifle the bark of laughter that came as Claire dived headfirst into the snow, snapping at an object that'd already fallen to pieces.
He reached down and started making another snowball, still chuckling as Jeremiah and Claire dug at the spot where the first snowball had landed. He hadn't noticed someone else approaching until he heard the crunch of snow underfoot and he whipped around, instinctively letting the snowball fly in the direction of whoever had approached him first.
'cus it don't make a difference anyway
tags - 26yrs - 6'1 - he/him - representative of fl
tags - 26yrs - 6'1 - he/him - representative of fl
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