18th of Spring 514AV
Ball found himself standing on the walls of the outpost, it was early morning just a bell or two after the midnight bell rang out, Leth’s rays were gracing the lands that stretched out before him, placed nearly directly above the gates forced Ball to have to stand at the very edge of the wall to look over, his small form just unable to see anyone attempting to enter without doing so… Sometimes it just stunk being three inches tall. Luckily he wasn’t like most of the knights and squires that found themselves manning the walls of the outpost, the pycon had managed to wedge a hand into one of the mortared gaps between stones close to the edge and lean over the rampart and look down.
With hand in the wall Ball could feel the airflow that channeled through the wall, keeping the inner chambers cool and survivable, but it also brought with the airflow the most of the vibration of trussed wagons, armored knights on horseback, and the carts and plows of farmers on their daily work routine. The feeling was nexus-numbing but without his hand grip there the pycon couldn’t see below. Even during a time as slow and quiet as this very moment that Ball found himself on the wall did the pycon feel it was important to make his presence known and his participation recognized. A hand—well gloved finger actually – tapped the three-inch squire’s head gently, it wouldn’t do any good for another person to spook a man on the wall, knight or squire… Especially one so small and ‘fragile’ just hanging by a hand over a very long fall to the hard packed dirt below.
It was a young fellow that happened to be on the wall, one of the local boys enlisted to help with wall patrol this morning instead of working the fields… Ball assumed this child was going to become a squire in the future, he looked a bit young for the larger pycons to be a squire. The boy was a mute one at that too, not speaking a word he pointed to a group further down the wall, these men were talking heavily, but they weren’t really paying much attention to the fields on the other side of the wall.
Ball found himself standing on the walls of the outpost, it was early morning just a bell or two after the midnight bell rang out, Leth’s rays were gracing the lands that stretched out before him, placed nearly directly above the gates forced Ball to have to stand at the very edge of the wall to look over, his small form just unable to see anyone attempting to enter without doing so… Sometimes it just stunk being three inches tall. Luckily he wasn’t like most of the knights and squires that found themselves manning the walls of the outpost, the pycon had managed to wedge a hand into one of the mortared gaps between stones close to the edge and lean over the rampart and look down.
With hand in the wall Ball could feel the airflow that channeled through the wall, keeping the inner chambers cool and survivable, but it also brought with the airflow the most of the vibration of trussed wagons, armored knights on horseback, and the carts and plows of farmers on their daily work routine. The feeling was nexus-numbing but without his hand grip there the pycon couldn’t see below. Even during a time as slow and quiet as this very moment that Ball found himself on the wall did the pycon feel it was important to make his presence known and his participation recognized. A hand—well gloved finger actually – tapped the three-inch squire’s head gently, it wouldn’t do any good for another person to spook a man on the wall, knight or squire… Especially one so small and ‘fragile’ just hanging by a hand over a very long fall to the hard packed dirt below.
It was a young fellow that happened to be on the wall, one of the local boys enlisted to help with wall patrol this morning instead of working the fields… Ball assumed this child was going to become a squire in the future, he looked a bit young for the larger pycons to be a squire. The boy was a mute one at that too, not speaking a word he pointed to a group further down the wall, these men were talking heavily, but they weren’t really paying much attention to the fields on the other side of the wall.
Created goes to Euthisa
