Some Days We're Low
05-19-2019, 04:52 PM
A lot had been on his mind recently. He had an apprentice now and the rigors of his job kept him hustling. Odysseus had been busy and that was a very good thing. He was the sort who suffered when still. It did him no good to be left alone with his thoughts. This morning Odysseus had found himself stuck inside his own head. His thoughts had been firmly stuck on the years behind him and the kind of man they'd made him. He'd had this same train of thought many times before. Some days he took stock of his life, figured out his worth and decided he was a good man. Other days... Odysseus had recognized where his thoughts were headed so he'd decided to head them off and focus on something a bit more constructive. It was for that reason he now stood in a clearing at the water's edge. Somewhere overhead Olafur was picking through the trees, but his companion's whereabouts were of little concern to him at the moment. He'd picked this spot because he thought it a good place for a spar. A fight was just something he needed today. His low voice filtered through the trees and rose effortlessly over the dull roar of the river as he called to those who called Abaven home. His request was simple: come and fight me. |