08-08-2009, 10:15 PM
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Backdated to the fourth? That's as far back as I can go, since it was the day that he joined. X3
Day seemed to turn to night in almost an instant, as if he and Geneva had been in the cabin speaking for an eternity. It had been a while, he would even admit that, but he had enjoyed the company of the kind woman. Despite the darkness, Haephastus could still see the thickness of the clouds in the air, covering up what stars might have been shining above them. The rain still poured down from the heavens as well, leaving the night feeling a bit dreary. New to the lands, the foreign man thought it best to stay close to his cabin during the first night, not wanting to wander away and manage to get lost somewhere or in some sort of trouble, despite the confidence in himself that such a thing wouldn't happen.
So, instead of exploring, the multicolored hybrid sat resting on the steps that lead up to the cabin, protected by the slight bit of shelter that the roof allowed him, watching the rain as it poured from the skies. Thus far his time in Phoenix Valley had been a good one. He had met Geneva, who he was certain would be a great acquaintance, and he had even met the Patriarch of the lands. Content, for the first time in quite a while, Haephastus gave a long sigh, resting his bandaged arm and hand across his legs, milked over eyes taking a moment to glance at the missing digits of that very hand. He had come a long way from home, a long way from war and from what would have likely meant slavery or death for him. It was time to start anew.
Day seemed to turn to night in almost an instant, as if he and Geneva had been in the cabin speaking for an eternity. It had been a while, he would even admit that, but he had enjoyed the company of the kind woman. Despite the darkness, Haephastus could still see the thickness of the clouds in the air, covering up what stars might have been shining above them. The rain still poured down from the heavens as well, leaving the night feeling a bit dreary. New to the lands, the foreign man thought it best to stay close to his cabin during the first night, not wanting to wander away and manage to get lost somewhere or in some sort of trouble, despite the confidence in himself that such a thing wouldn't happen.
So, instead of exploring, the multicolored hybrid sat resting on the steps that lead up to the cabin, protected by the slight bit of shelter that the roof allowed him, watching the rain as it poured from the skies. Thus far his time in Phoenix Valley had been a good one. He had met Geneva, who he was certain would be a great acquaintance, and he had even met the Patriarch of the lands. Content, for the first time in quite a while, Haephastus gave a long sigh, resting his bandaged arm and hand across his legs, milked over eyes taking a moment to glance at the missing digits of that very hand. He had come a long way from home, a long way from war and from what would have likely meant slavery or death for him. It was time to start anew.