08-20-2012, 06:32 PM
Midday of the 21st
Honrin is chopping down trees between the garden and Hotaru's house to clear space for a horse training ring.
The heavy rhythmic pounding of his stone axe against the tree was a calming one. If anyone had any doubts about the strength and moral fiber of this individual then they would be laid to rest then and there. Other, lesser creatures may have given up and sunk to the ground with their worthlessness but not him, never him. He was his mother's son, his father's son, hard workers both of them. Thinking of his mother was a painful affair and he felt his face throb in phantom pain. He had grown used to seeing past the raised scarred skin but nothing had prepared him that first time upon looking into the puddle just how severe the damage was. He truly was his mother's son now, in body as well as spirit for his facial scars echoed her own, with an extra two lines to mar his face forever.
There was a tearing, cracking, popping noise as the tree he was hacking away at began to bend and buckle under its own weight. several more muscle wrenching swings of the heavy weapon and with a huge groan of complaint the towering giant finally toppled, taking several smaller trees down with it. He was careful to angle its fall away from both the gardens and the house of Hotaru where Dalgina now lived. He was neither gladdened or excited by his progress, several more toppled giants surrounded him, he simply surveyed his worksite with a critical eye, cold and unemotional as the rocks in the ground.
Honrin is chopping down trees between the garden and Hotaru's house to clear space for a horse training ring.
The heavy rhythmic pounding of his stone axe against the tree was a calming one. If anyone had any doubts about the strength and moral fiber of this individual then they would be laid to rest then and there. Other, lesser creatures may have given up and sunk to the ground with their worthlessness but not him, never him. He was his mother's son, his father's son, hard workers both of them. Thinking of his mother was a painful affair and he felt his face throb in phantom pain. He had grown used to seeing past the raised scarred skin but nothing had prepared him that first time upon looking into the puddle just how severe the damage was. He truly was his mother's son now, in body as well as spirit for his facial scars echoed her own, with an extra two lines to mar his face forever.
There was a tearing, cracking, popping noise as the tree he was hacking away at began to bend and buckle under its own weight. several more muscle wrenching swings of the heavy weapon and with a huge groan of complaint the towering giant finally toppled, taking several smaller trees down with it. He was careful to angle its fall away from both the gardens and the house of Hotaru where Dalgina now lived. He was neither gladdened or excited by his progress, several more toppled giants surrounded him, he simply surveyed his worksite with a critical eye, cold and unemotional as the rocks in the ground.