18 Spring, 5012 AV
- Ezra leaned against a tree, the shade from the branched cooling down his sun soaked skin. Ezra wasn't to fond of heat, He hated it actually. He hot, to sweaty, to painful. Because of his pale skin he easily got sunburned and lets just say Ezra didn't like the red look for himself.
He looked up at the leaves of the huge tree watching a couple of squirrels fight over an acorn. He wanted a pet, oh how he wanted one; But he couldn't afford them, if only he had enough gold mizas to get a snake...
He looked over the soft hills of the Wildlands his eyes soft. He sat there for awhile admiring the view when something flickered to the right of his vision. it was fast and white but he couldn't make out exactly what it was.