brenn
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While it had not been hard for Brenn to get used to the court life - coming from a similar system himself - he still found himself roaming the gorgeous surroundings instead of doing something useful, like introducing himself to the court. This however needed to wait just a little longer as he walked through the sea of golden grass the plains held, currently having been touched with what seemed like a white blanket covering. While winter was definitely very much in place, his green cloak helped him shield from the worst of it. It also helped that the temperature had climbed to more comfortable temperatures in the mids of day. Solis be blessed, it was really helping his previous bad mood he has had before coming here.
Continueing his journey, Brenn found a fairly sturdy tree that had not been battered down too harshly by the cold nights and decided now would be a good time to rest his slightly tiring legs. Carefully, he leaned his painted body against the trunk, ears pinned forward to catch any sound that might come from it, but other than a slight protest of the wood nothing else came. With a soft sigh of relief, he let his sky blue eyes roam in front of him. The bison pack seemed to still be nearby, but keeping a respectful distance away. He could respect that, it was no use in agitating the wildlife. Especially since he was supposed to rest for a moment.
He could not help feeling jittery, though. It seemed as if an electric current was coursing through him, making him want to move, to run, to dance. He has always had difficulty standing still and taking a breather, now really seemed no different. He was determined to let his body recover, so he eventually closed his eyes, temporarily lowering some of his defences. He might be a little too confident in his ability to hear danger if it came to him, but at the same time he was standing in open ground and during his trek here he had not seen any predators. So he should be safe, right?
Continueing his journey, Brenn found a fairly sturdy tree that had not been battered down too harshly by the cold nights and decided now would be a good time to rest his slightly tiring legs. Carefully, he leaned his painted body against the trunk, ears pinned forward to catch any sound that might come from it, but other than a slight protest of the wood nothing else came. With a soft sigh of relief, he let his sky blue eyes roam in front of him. The bison pack seemed to still be nearby, but keeping a respectful distance away. He could respect that, it was no use in agitating the wildlife. Especially since he was supposed to rest for a moment.
He could not help feeling jittery, though. It seemed as if an electric current was coursing through him, making him want to move, to run, to dance. He has always had difficulty standing still and taking a breather, now really seemed no different. He was determined to let his body recover, so he eventually closed his eyes, temporarily lowering some of his defences. He might be a little too confident in his ability to hear danger if it came to him, but at the same time he was standing in open ground and during his trek here he had not seen any predators. So he should be safe, right?
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