Let's Go A Little Harder
Félicien had enjoyed the little tournament at the end of winter… it had been a nice in a way… and not so nice in others. He realized with loss that he had lost the sharpness of his skills. He realized, with a saddened heart, that he was finally old. That before he knew it he was going to fade out of the world. Even still… the male knew… he was going to make Somnium work for his spirit.
Féli took a breath of warm spring air. He was still sore from the tourny, his body protesting as he moved along. At least the warmer weather was more forgiving than the cold. He was sure the coming winter would be even harder… but… he shook his head.
No, no giving up now.
He found himself alone in the East, traveling under the light of dawn as he sought out a new place to work on training. He was determined to not let old age beat him… or his worsening vision. So long as he continued to manage to see blurred shapes, colors, and silhouettes of the things before him he’d be fine.
An ear twitched as the old mercenary heard something in the brush. Though his eyes were failing him his hearing was still on point. He turned, calm but on guard as he waited to see what stranger approached him that morning. |