on the ground wi' the small folk
01-16-2022, 06:48 PM
Balsam slid from the trees and on solid ground paused to survey the land ahead. Though there were trees before him they were small, gnarled things. While yes, he could climb them, they grew so few and far in between the only way he would be able to move between them without touching the ground was by sprouting wings and flying. As fun as that sounded it was a bit beyond his capabilities. Which meant that to cross this stretch he was going to have to wander across it like a nerd.
The little thief sighed dejectedly and paced in the shadows of the big trees. Though he would never admit it out loud, traipsing across the wide open ground made him feel like a rabbit in the cross hairs of a hawk. It didn't matter if there was visible danger or not; it just felt like it. The problem was that the bulk of Boreas' inhabitants stood head and shoulders over him. As short as he was he may as well have been a rabbit in their eyes. Which was all well and good some of the time. Balsam knew how to use it to his advantage and would do so shamelessly. But that acceptance didn't make him a fool. He knew to be wary and that was at the heart of the rabbit-feeling.
Welp, no reason to stand around pissing away his time. Balsam stepped into the light and began to mentally plan his route across the land.
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