Post by Zirin on May 4, 2012 2:45:11 GMT -4
Firogel took after his father in many ways. They were both grumpy, confident men. They both enjoyed the same foods, enjoyed waking up in the early hours of the morning, and most importantly, the both enjoyed exercise. It was exercise that found Firogel near a tree by the river that morning. It was far enough away that Firogel likely wouldn’t be bothered by others, but close enough that he wasn’t out of the way.
He panted slightly as he forced himself through his routine, trying to work himself without overtiring himself; no doubt the day’s lessons and chores would be rigorous. At least, he hoped they would be, if he couldn’t have his craft then he at least wanted the days to be eventful.
He panted slightly as he forced himself through his routine, trying to work himself without overtiring himself; no doubt the day’s lessons and chores would be rigorous. At least, he hoped they would be, if he couldn’t have his craft then he at least wanted the days to be eventful.
