Season of Winter 70, 512 AV
Soren woke up and blinked away the drowsiness settling in his eyes. He groaned as he got up and slowly made his way through his routine of cleaning himself up and getting dressed in his clothes and made sure to grab his bow and quiver. He loaded exactly 20 arrows in his quiver and put the archery glove and archer's arm gaurd in there with them just in case combat were to arise.
Soren's plan for today was to head to the sculpture yard. He heard of the amazing works of art and the amount there was at the sculpture yard. One of the main reasons he was going was for the sculpture of the Goddess Morwen. He wanted to go to see the sculpture and maybe gain some inspiration while there, or at least some spiritual connection. Morwen was a beautiful Goddess, he only imagined that she would be just as staggering immortalized in a sculpture.
He gathered his thoughts and himself and headed out the door. It was a gorgeous morning. This was the type of day that seemed alive, the type that nature seemed to reach itself out as if trying to communicate. He smiled broadly and headed out. The morning seemed to tell him there were many possibilities this day.
Soren woke up and blinked away the drowsiness settling in his eyes. He groaned as he got up and slowly made his way through his routine of cleaning himself up and getting dressed in his clothes and made sure to grab his bow and quiver. He loaded exactly 20 arrows in his quiver and put the archery glove and archer's arm gaurd in there with them just in case combat were to arise.
Soren's plan for today was to head to the sculpture yard. He heard of the amazing works of art and the amount there was at the sculpture yard. One of the main reasons he was going was for the sculpture of the Goddess Morwen. He wanted to go to see the sculpture and maybe gain some inspiration while there, or at least some spiritual connection. Morwen was a beautiful Goddess, he only imagined that she would be just as staggering immortalized in a sculpture.
He gathered his thoughts and himself and headed out the door. It was a gorgeous morning. This was the type of day that seemed alive, the type that nature seemed to reach itself out as if trying to communicate. He smiled broadly and headed out. The morning seemed to tell him there were many possibilities this day.