Desolate Blizzard

His pain issues were definitely beginning to ease off. But after they’d eased, he was beginning to realize his center of balance was… off. Different. So now, he was learning to balance himself again. The pain still occasionally speared through his legs or back, but the experiences were further and fewer between. Thank heavens.

He was out on his own again, shoved out once more by Aurielle to explore and have some fun instead of training, and he was beginning to realize that it was a good thing. All the walking and climbing of terrain and hills was helping him re-center himself.

He had found that he was taller. It was so very odd. He should have hit his peak height already, but here he was, having a growing spurt. He’d figured out the change in his height the moment he’d clonked his head on the ceiling of the den his mother had built, when he’d made the same movement, he’d been doing for seasons on his way out. Sitting up.

He shook his head. First Aurielle had begun glowing and gotten a new mark over her eye, and now he was growing again. But hey, maybe he’d manage to hit Artur’s height.

He’d ventured east again. Aside from one experience, his ventures this direction had been pretty happy occurrences. First Ulric, and then Malalia. He was half hoping he’d bump into either one of them again. But for the time being, he was wading through a rather nasty snow storm at the base of a volcano that had disrupted a hell of a lot of lives last winter.

It would have been bleak even without the snow. Last time he’d seen it the place had been a grey-scale image, desolate and dead, and depressing as hell.

[Word Count: 297, just in case anyone wants to practice fighting in nasty snowy weather for the Fighting Seasonal. Could also turn it into a predator fight instead :P]

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think