Post by Sythe on Jan 25, 2006 22:55:10 GMT -5
Ic: To the young Seer, it had seemed that his feet had been carrying him forever. His leather boots increasingly hitting stones set in the ground, Arganius walked doggedly forward. While no great judge of distance, the young man though he would have been getting close to the outskirts of the town he had seen before from the edge of the valley. As he comtemplated the idea of what he would do if he had some how got turned around, the young Seer's stomach gave off a gurgling sound.
Grimacing, Arganius placed a hand on his stomach and reached for the waterflask slung beside his satchel. Uncorking the pewter flask, the young man tipped metal cusp to his lips. Feeling the liquid run down his gullet, then die out as the flask emptied, Arganius let out a small sigh as the gnashings of his stomach were calmed by the cool liquid. Corking the flask, Arganius replaced it and rubbed his stomach once more. As many plants as he had been able to consume, he was going to need some kind of meat soon to quiet his body.
Still wondering whether he was going the right way, the young man was soon answered by his ears. Though he saw nothing but trees before him, the sound of flowing water was carried to him by a wind from the greying sky. Letting out a long sigh of frustration, Arganius headed on towards the sound, his walking stick leading the way.
A few minutes later the Seer broke from a heavy line of oak and maple to find himself on the river's rocky shore. Stepping onto the large sheafs of stone that crowded the icy water's side. Looking to his left, though the river did wind a bit, the young man could spot an area not lined with solid woods. Tapping his walking stick on the pitted granite beneath his feet, Arganius looked to the darkening sky above him for a moment before moving on.
A few minutes after he had, the young man spotted a club of green clinging to the side of one of the rock sheafs, floating on the top of the water. Walking over to the mass of vegetation, the Seer bent down and ripped handfulls of the watercress from it's hold on the edge of the river. Placing the sodden on the rock in front of him, Arganius took the flask from his side and dunked it below the river's moving surface. Bringing the flask back up with a reddened hand, he corked and replaced it. Picking up the mass of watercress, shook a water beetle from it, and began to pull the small leaves from the tough stems, before placing them in his mouth.
Walking on, the spirits that had raised in the young Seer began to fall once again, as the darkened sky cracked open. With a sudden hushed sound, rain began to drizzle from the sky, onto Arganius. Grabbing his cloak, the young man pulled up his hood and headed on.
Grimacing, Arganius placed a hand on his stomach and reached for the waterflask slung beside his satchel. Uncorking the pewter flask, the young man tipped metal cusp to his lips. Feeling the liquid run down his gullet, then die out as the flask emptied, Arganius let out a small sigh as the gnashings of his stomach were calmed by the cool liquid. Corking the flask, Arganius replaced it and rubbed his stomach once more. As many plants as he had been able to consume, he was going to need some kind of meat soon to quiet his body.
Still wondering whether he was going the right way, the young man was soon answered by his ears. Though he saw nothing but trees before him, the sound of flowing water was carried to him by a wind from the greying sky. Letting out a long sigh of frustration, Arganius headed on towards the sound, his walking stick leading the way.
A few minutes later the Seer broke from a heavy line of oak and maple to find himself on the river's rocky shore. Stepping onto the large sheafs of stone that crowded the icy water's side. Looking to his left, though the river did wind a bit, the young man could spot an area not lined with solid woods. Tapping his walking stick on the pitted granite beneath his feet, Arganius looked to the darkening sky above him for a moment before moving on.
A few minutes after he had, the young man spotted a club of green clinging to the side of one of the rock sheafs, floating on the top of the water. Walking over to the mass of vegetation, the Seer bent down and ripped handfulls of the watercress from it's hold on the edge of the river. Placing the sodden on the rock in front of him, Arganius took the flask from his side and dunked it below the river's moving surface. Bringing the flask back up with a reddened hand, he corked and replaced it. Picking up the mass of watercress, shook a water beetle from it, and began to pull the small leaves from the tough stems, before placing them in his mouth.
Walking on, the spirits that had raised in the young Seer began to fall once again, as the darkened sky cracked open. With a sudden hushed sound, rain began to drizzle from the sky, onto Arganius. Grabbing his cloak, the young man pulled up his hood and headed on.
