Goodbye Graceful
01-10-2018, 07:54 PM
Traveling again was interesting. So far Amos had seen very few faces as he went on a solitary march across the lands he was only beginning to become familiar with, intending on heading north eventually but in no rush to do so just yet. Wandering without direction gave one time to think, and today Amos thought of fighting. All the adults in his life when he was little seemed to be good at it, or were at least learning and capable if not expert. Talking to Aurielle and meeting Ashiel had him wanting to learn more and do more. It was purely by accident that he found himself at the battlefield, but perhaps fate had sent him here, drawn towards the scent of past battles, spilled blood, and a faint odor of dust that seemed to hang in the air, never fully settling after being stirred up in past brawls. What a place this was! When he heard the howl ring out that settled it. He was gunna see what this sparing stuff was all about! Loping towards the call, Amos soon found him facing another yearling and offered the boy an easy, oddly relaxed grin as he shouted a greeting, "Hey there! Lookin' for a good spar there are ya'?" Walk. "Speak!" "Think." |