09-29-2011, 08:43 PM
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HIDE YOUR INNOCENCE BEFORE THEY SEE RIGHT THROUGH
All Welcome. wc:411
It was back to work for the Acidic boy, who had had his share of idle down-time over the last few weeks. A bit of wandering here and there, a few (rather futile) attempts at bringing focus to his meditative sessions, and all in all generally doing his best to put off the tasks specific to his rank. The boy who had been eager to grow up and be seen as an adult had been surprisingly quick to shrug off his responsibilities he'd once looked forward to. The last few days had seen a flurry of productive activity from the young man, who seemed to have a renewed interest awaken in him for tending the flames.
Jackson had spent the better part of the afternoon out in Anathema's claimed forests, doing some long-needed searching for suitable firewood. By the time he had collected a suitable amount of sturdy, dry branches to be used as kindling, the skies were beginning to take on a flushed tint to signal the approach of the night. The boy followed the familiar path back to the nearest entrance of the howling caverns. The sun was casting it's orange glow into the gaping entrance to the caverns when he finally arrived. Jackson hurried through the winding pathways down to storage, where he relieved his arms of the load of branches he carried around all day. The branches were added to a pile in one corner of he storage room. Nearby sat a stack of larger blocks of wood, ones that were to be used for larger, longer-lasting fires. He grabbed a couple of these blocks before leaving the room.
When he arrived at the large common room, he found what he had expected to see--the firepit encircling a pile of ash and embers. The hybrid kneeled down beside the circle of stones and set the logs he'd brought up from the storage room down next to him. He pushed aside some of the ashes before grabbing one of the pieces of wood and using it to stir the faintly glowing embers that remained. He placed the wood amongst the embers then leaned forward to gently blow on the embers. Their red hue flashed to a brighter yellow from the airflow, and after a few moments a trail of smoke trickled upward to signal that the log was beginning to catch. The dual-hued boy sat back with a smile, cerulean eyes watching as the flames slowly engulfed the wood.
It was back to work for the Acidic boy, who had had his share of idle down-time over the last few weeks. A bit of wandering here and there, a few (rather futile) attempts at bringing focus to his meditative sessions, and all in all generally doing his best to put off the tasks specific to his rank. The boy who had been eager to grow up and be seen as an adult had been surprisingly quick to shrug off his responsibilities he'd once looked forward to. The last few days had seen a flurry of productive activity from the young man, who seemed to have a renewed interest awaken in him for tending the flames.
Jackson had spent the better part of the afternoon out in Anathema's claimed forests, doing some long-needed searching for suitable firewood. By the time he had collected a suitable amount of sturdy, dry branches to be used as kindling, the skies were beginning to take on a flushed tint to signal the approach of the night. The boy followed the familiar path back to the nearest entrance of the howling caverns. The sun was casting it's orange glow into the gaping entrance to the caverns when he finally arrived. Jackson hurried through the winding pathways down to storage, where he relieved his arms of the load of branches he carried around all day. The branches were added to a pile in one corner of he storage room. Nearby sat a stack of larger blocks of wood, ones that were to be used for larger, longer-lasting fires. He grabbed a couple of these blocks before leaving the room.
When he arrived at the large common room, he found what he had expected to see--the firepit encircling a pile of ash and embers. The hybrid kneeled down beside the circle of stones and set the logs he'd brought up from the storage room down next to him. He pushed aside some of the ashes before grabbing one of the pieces of wood and using it to stir the faintly glowing embers that remained. He placed the wood amongst the embers then leaned forward to gently blow on the embers. Their red hue flashed to a brighter yellow from the airflow, and after a few moments a trail of smoke trickled upward to signal that the log was beginning to catch. The dual-hued boy sat back with a smile, cerulean eyes watching as the flames slowly engulfed the wood.
YOU MUSTN'T DISAPPOINT THEM