Post by Deleted on May 28, 2019 21:25:48 GMT
(Jan 5th. Midday, Open buuut assuming @sitron also. In the forest still near to Corona)
The sun’s brilliant gaze filtered through the canopy of the verdant trees, the floor was a splatter of golds and illuminated greens which was honestly mesmerizing. Hans couldn’t answer how the forest got its name but to him, perhaps that was why. In life he never cherished nature or even the beauty of anything. His one true goal was to be acknowledged; he yearned for the attention of his parents or even his brothers. Tirelessly, he would train with sword; crossbow, riding, and etiquette, anything that would make him shine. None of it mattered to them, he was but the smallest speck in the tapestry of their family and he likely would always be. His greed was like flames, it was ravenous and would have stopped at nothing to get his way and that was evident in Arendelle. To be completely honest, he never faked a single thing to Anna… That’s was what made it so easy to trick her, she was likable and he lost himself.
Now, he faced another penance, he had many time to mull over his life within the confines of the ship and even more as he wandered around as a fugitive. Perhaps he would have died that day if not for the kind women who discovered him and was even kind enough to offer him his son’s old clothes while his dried. They were definitely commoner clothes with a vest, white undershirt, and tan trousers. Maybe they wouldn’t recognize him due to the dingy clothes alone; he even managed to procure a cloak to conceal his spark of ginger hair. Perhaps, he could have stayed but he had to leave before his fire threatened her too.
At least Sitron was safe and sound, he was comforted by the horse’s rhythmic steps at his side and he offered a boyish smile towards him. “You know, I wouldn’t even be offended if you wanted to leave me,” he began suddenly, minty eyes slightly tinged with sadness. It was obvious he had been thinking.
There were posters of his face everyone within the surrounding area, he had landed near Corona when he washed ashore and he was familiar with the allied kingdom of Arendelle. Unfortunately for him, that meant he could be noticed and brought back to his family after all and he was too cowardly to face them. He struggled between justifying his actions, feeling sorry for himself, or regretting what he had done. In the end, he just tried to forget it and trudge along. Swiping his hand through tossed, ginger locks he sighed whilst placing his free hand atop his horse.
In regards to money and supplies, he fished through some washed up wreckage. His sword and crossbow were thankfully saddled to Sitron and as dirty as it sounds he sold most of the others things he had found to get some sort of money while traveling. “At least the view is nice,” he remarked scanning the forest.
The sun’s brilliant gaze filtered through the canopy of the verdant trees, the floor was a splatter of golds and illuminated greens which was honestly mesmerizing. Hans couldn’t answer how the forest got its name but to him, perhaps that was why. In life he never cherished nature or even the beauty of anything. His one true goal was to be acknowledged; he yearned for the attention of his parents or even his brothers. Tirelessly, he would train with sword; crossbow, riding, and etiquette, anything that would make him shine. None of it mattered to them, he was but the smallest speck in the tapestry of their family and he likely would always be. His greed was like flames, it was ravenous and would have stopped at nothing to get his way and that was evident in Arendelle. To be completely honest, he never faked a single thing to Anna… That’s was what made it so easy to trick her, she was likable and he lost himself.
Now, he faced another penance, he had many time to mull over his life within the confines of the ship and even more as he wandered around as a fugitive. Perhaps he would have died that day if not for the kind women who discovered him and was even kind enough to offer him his son’s old clothes while his dried. They were definitely commoner clothes with a vest, white undershirt, and tan trousers. Maybe they wouldn’t recognize him due to the dingy clothes alone; he even managed to procure a cloak to conceal his spark of ginger hair. Perhaps, he could have stayed but he had to leave before his fire threatened her too.
At least Sitron was safe and sound, he was comforted by the horse’s rhythmic steps at his side and he offered a boyish smile towards him. “You know, I wouldn’t even be offended if you wanted to leave me,” he began suddenly, minty eyes slightly tinged with sadness. It was obvious he had been thinking.
There were posters of his face everyone within the surrounding area, he had landed near Corona when he washed ashore and he was familiar with the allied kingdom of Arendelle. Unfortunately for him, that meant he could be noticed and brought back to his family after all and he was too cowardly to face them. He struggled between justifying his actions, feeling sorry for himself, or regretting what he had done. In the end, he just tried to forget it and trudge along. Swiping his hand through tossed, ginger locks he sighed whilst placing his free hand atop his horse.
In regards to money and supplies, he fished through some washed up wreckage. His sword and crossbow were thankfully saddled to Sitron and as dirty as it sounds he sold most of the others things he had found to get some sort of money while traveling. “At least the view is nice,” he remarked scanning the forest.