Post by For Lack of a Better Name on Aug 3, 2013 0:08:32 GMT -5
Aires always took each day as an opportunity for seeing new things, and made sure that something he'd never seen before, or something he'd never heard of before, was found. He couldn't help it; having been huddled in the Pedeo Mountains for much of his life, it was only after a certain 'coming of age' did he finally get to see the rest of the world. Perhaps that was why he seldom talked about or even rarely had a desire to go back to his home, he already knew enough about the cold, harsh mountain tops.
He was taking a stroll on one of the paths in Flower Hill. Or, perhaps rather he was taking a jog from how fast his legs were scurrying. Aires looked all around him, taking in the sights, and trying to find something, anything that looked new to him. One thing that was slightly interesting to him was that it was apparently Winter here- Flower Hill took it in grace, looking as lively as ever, and at most temperatures seemed to be like an Autumn breeze. Still, he strived for something much more fascinating, and thus continued his search.
He was taking a stroll on one of the paths in Flower Hill. Or, perhaps rather he was taking a jog from how fast his legs were scurrying. Aires looked all around him, taking in the sights, and trying to find something, anything that looked new to him. One thing that was slightly interesting to him was that it was apparently Winter here- Flower Hill took it in grace, looking as lively as ever, and at most temperatures seemed to be like an Autumn breeze. Still, he strived for something much more fascinating, and thus continued his search.
