Post by chase on Jun 18, 2011 22:30:54 GMT -5
Chase stood on the highest tower of Caspian’s of Caspian’s Castle. He knew that he should be in bed, he had only arrived that day after the four day journey from Cair Paravel and he was still road weary. Unlike most other knights he couldn’t, or rather wouldn’t, make the journey by horseback. If a Faun couldn’t reach somewhere using his two goaty legs then it was time for that Faun to stop moving period. But despite being so tired Chase couldn’t sleep. Not on a night like this. It was simply too beautiful a night to miss. That was why the Faun warrior was now standing on the highest tower observing the stars and the moon.
A small smile crossed his face as he fondly remembered his youth spent in southern Lantern Waste under nights such as these. The sound of pipe music and Nymph laughter and sighs, the smell of blueberries and cherries, the sight of night long dances and jubilation, the feel of happiness and joy. His smile took on a hint of sadness as he realized that all those days were behind him now, far behind him. He couldn’t deny that he missed them, but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed his new life even better. He simply could not go back to his glade and live a quiet save life after all the adventures he had had. Somewhere along the line he had become addicted to the rough rugged lifestyle of blade and hardship. Chase ran a hand through his hair as he continued his musings.
A small smile crossed his face as he fondly remembered his youth spent in southern Lantern Waste under nights such as these. The sound of pipe music and Nymph laughter and sighs, the smell of blueberries and cherries, the sight of night long dances and jubilation, the feel of happiness and joy. His smile took on a hint of sadness as he realized that all those days were behind him now, far behind him. He couldn’t deny that he missed them, but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed his new life even better. He simply could not go back to his glade and live a quiet save life after all the adventures he had had. Somewhere along the line he had become addicted to the rough rugged lifestyle of blade and hardship. Chase ran a hand through his hair as he continued his musings.