07-21-2008, 12:13 AM
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After what had been hours of walking, Laurel had branched off from his merry little band to explore the lands much further to the north of Halifax with nothing more than his chosen instrument strapped to his back. When he had set off it had barely been morning and he had barely eaten breakfast, but there was much to be seen as far as he was concerned. By the time he had made it to the river that rested deep within the valley though, evening was setting in quick. Really, the region was something pretty with all of its quaintly overgrowth and worn paths and broken roads. Straight down the rows of corn that grew wild all over the place with no one to care or tend them. Wildlife, he mused, surely flourished in such a place.[/html]
With no intentions to return to his makeshift camp for the night, Laurel had seated himself beneath an oak tree that overlooked the river. The humid air foretold many things of what would be brewing down the road; he could almost taste the rain in the air despite the fact that he couldn't find a single cloud in the fading colours of the sky. So instead he settled on resting, playing a tune loosely on his banjo that probably made him seem like some backwoods hillbilly. Had he possibly put a weed in his mouth to hang out, he could have very well fit that part to a T, even if he was a bit overdressed for the part. His playing for the most part had few recognisable tunes because like his travelling, it was just as aimless as it could have possibly been. Perfect for the day, in his mind.