Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jul 11, 2013 7:39:40 GMT -8
3075.08.01 | Really early, light out, but sun hasn’t risen yet.
Mobrey had always liked being up early in the morning. There was just something about the morning air that he enjoyed. Of course, there were also memories attached to the mornings. Memories of hugging a warm runnerbeast neck, of sitting high atop a runnerbeast, learning to ride, memories of training canines and runnerbeasts, memories of running through the camp with the other children, participating in the endless games of childhood. Unlike some of the other Candidates, morning classes and early wake-ups had never been any particular hardship to him.
He stared wistfully out at the jungle, wishing that there weren’t all the new restrictions on going out into it. He really wouldn’t mind going for a walk, but it wasn’t late enough in the day yet, and Karatos or no Karatos, he had been informed that, as a representative of the Vrishna Caravan as well as a Candidate, his well-being was too valuable for him to be put at risk and he was not a good enough fighter that solo trips into the jungle were ok. That was especially true, given that he had no firelizard with which to summon aid.