Day 5 of Summer in the Year 514 AV
The torrent of pent up emotions and thoughts that came flooding out of the Svefra the previous night when his podmate Tydus had confronted him aboard his ship, seemed to bring about some kind of breakthrough for the roguish Tempest. Kel hadn’t realized how much he had slowly been giving up on himself until, for the first time in as long as he could remember; he was truly able to express himself fully without fear of rejection.
He had hardened himself over the years, building fortified walls around his heart, never allowing people’s words and opinions matter to him. But with Tydus, it was different. He didn’t want to lose him, the only person he considered a friend. But in order to keep that friend, it meant having to break down a few walls. And it felt good.
Not that he would ever admit that to anyone.
But now that everything had been aired out and an understanding seemed to have been reached between the two of them, new energy seemed to surge through him. The black haired Tempest threw himself back into his old routine; while his ship still remained a disaster from his weeks of slowly spiraling out of control; his mental state seemed to gradually return to what it was, if not better. Something was different, he couldn’t quite put a finger on it or know what it was yet, but he felt somehow, lighter.
The storm that was Kel seemed to have passed for the moment. Now it was a new dawn and not just for the slumbering Riverians.
The first rays of light crept over the horizon of the Suvan, gently brushing its fingers across the cold stone that made up Riverfall.
A dull thump resounded on the deck of the Laviku’s Wrath as Kel dropped to the wooden floor from where he had been standing. He caught himself on his palms, his face hovering a foot above the coarse beams as the ship bobbed quietly on the surface of the water just off the coast from Riverfall itself. He held himself there for a moment, tensing the muscles in each of his limbs, his hair falling loosely into his face.
Kel bent his elbows, fingers splayed, feet shoulder width apart, back straight and began to lower his body to the deck. He quickly pushed himself back up, keeping his elbows close to his side for maximum leverage in his triceps and continued to lower and raise himself in a repetitive motion as quickly as he could. Small gasps of air burst from his lips as he reached twenty pushups, the warrior beginning to feel his body begin to exert itself from the exercise. He could feel the muscles in his arms begin to burn and his core tighten as he reached thirty.
Having reached a mental marker, Kel rolled onto his back and instantly started working his abdomen. Lacing his fingers around one another tightly, the Svefra placed his hands behind his head and methodically raised his chest to his knees, feeling each muscle tighten and loosen as he flexed them.
Maintaining a perfect body wasn’t for the weak willed as the Svefra very well knew.
Once again reaching thirty, the Svefra pulled his knees to his chest so that he resembled a ball, resting his weight on his shoulders before placing his hands flat against the deck of the ship. In a burst of motion, the agile seafarer shoved off the surface like a spring and threw his legs up into the air, arching his back, allowing his body to follow behind. He snapped his legs down and caught himself as he landed, rightening his body so he was once again standing up straight.
He grimaced slightly and leaned back, stretching out his form, hands reaching into the air as if trying to grasp Syna herself. Kel looked out across the water, towards the shadowy form of Riverfall that stood imposingly on the water’s edge, less than a mile away. Small fishing boats floated lazily in the bay, not far from the the Svefra’s casinor, most likely hoping to reel in a catch before the city awoke. They didn’t seem to pay Kel any mind. Not that the Tempest cared.
Kel snorted as an absurd thought crossed his mind. Like the Akalak would ever leave their precious city behind and bother coming out to sea, much less try and capture a Svefra in his own element. They would have to be petching mad to try anything of the sort. Criminal or not, they couldn’t want him that bad. If he wasn’t worried about the Kuvay’Nas, he sure as petch wasn’t worried about a few fishermen causing him problems.
Realizing his thoughts had taken him away from his exercise, Kel sighed and hopped up and down slightly, shaking his arms out, loosening up for round two when a cry cut through the early morning air.
Kel whirled around towards the sound, startled by the sudden noise, ready to shout at whoever it was irritably for disturbing the sacred hours of the morning. A commotion seemed to have broken out aboard one of the few fishing boats that dotted the waters. The Svefra squinted, sapphire eyes narrowing as he moved over to the gunwale and leaned out on it, trying to get a better look at what was going on a hundred yards away.
He spotted a handful odd looking birds, much bigger than anything he’d seen before, flying in the air above the fishing crafts, the sailors shouting and moving about the ships frantically.
It wasn’t until a voice broke out over the commotion and reach his ears did Kel realized what he was seeing flying above. They weren’t birds at all.
“ZIIIIIIIIITH!”
NoteCalender Event! Huzzah! If anyone would like to join and will actually post regularly just shoot me a PM otherwise I'll just keep it a solo. It is taking place out on the water, so you will need a reason to have taken your PC out there in the morning hours before the sun has risen. Maybe get some fishing in, eh? xD
The torrent of pent up emotions and thoughts that came flooding out of the Svefra the previous night when his podmate Tydus had confronted him aboard his ship, seemed to bring about some kind of breakthrough for the roguish Tempest. Kel hadn’t realized how much he had slowly been giving up on himself until, for the first time in as long as he could remember; he was truly able to express himself fully without fear of rejection.
He had hardened himself over the years, building fortified walls around his heart, never allowing people’s words and opinions matter to him. But with Tydus, it was different. He didn’t want to lose him, the only person he considered a friend. But in order to keep that friend, it meant having to break down a few walls. And it felt good.
Not that he would ever admit that to anyone.
But now that everything had been aired out and an understanding seemed to have been reached between the two of them, new energy seemed to surge through him. The black haired Tempest threw himself back into his old routine; while his ship still remained a disaster from his weeks of slowly spiraling out of control; his mental state seemed to gradually return to what it was, if not better. Something was different, he couldn’t quite put a finger on it or know what it was yet, but he felt somehow, lighter.
The storm that was Kel seemed to have passed for the moment. Now it was a new dawn and not just for the slumbering Riverians.
The first rays of light crept over the horizon of the Suvan, gently brushing its fingers across the cold stone that made up Riverfall.
A dull thump resounded on the deck of the Laviku’s Wrath as Kel dropped to the wooden floor from where he had been standing. He caught himself on his palms, his face hovering a foot above the coarse beams as the ship bobbed quietly on the surface of the water just off the coast from Riverfall itself. He held himself there for a moment, tensing the muscles in each of his limbs, his hair falling loosely into his face.
Kel bent his elbows, fingers splayed, feet shoulder width apart, back straight and began to lower his body to the deck. He quickly pushed himself back up, keeping his elbows close to his side for maximum leverage in his triceps and continued to lower and raise himself in a repetitive motion as quickly as he could. Small gasps of air burst from his lips as he reached twenty pushups, the warrior beginning to feel his body begin to exert itself from the exercise. He could feel the muscles in his arms begin to burn and his core tighten as he reached thirty.
Having reached a mental marker, Kel rolled onto his back and instantly started working his abdomen. Lacing his fingers around one another tightly, the Svefra placed his hands behind his head and methodically raised his chest to his knees, feeling each muscle tighten and loosen as he flexed them.
Maintaining a perfect body wasn’t for the weak willed as the Svefra very well knew.
Once again reaching thirty, the Svefra pulled his knees to his chest so that he resembled a ball, resting his weight on his shoulders before placing his hands flat against the deck of the ship. In a burst of motion, the agile seafarer shoved off the surface like a spring and threw his legs up into the air, arching his back, allowing his body to follow behind. He snapped his legs down and caught himself as he landed, rightening his body so he was once again standing up straight.
He grimaced slightly and leaned back, stretching out his form, hands reaching into the air as if trying to grasp Syna herself. Kel looked out across the water, towards the shadowy form of Riverfall that stood imposingly on the water’s edge, less than a mile away. Small fishing boats floated lazily in the bay, not far from the the Svefra’s casinor, most likely hoping to reel in a catch before the city awoke. They didn’t seem to pay Kel any mind. Not that the Tempest cared.
Kel snorted as an absurd thought crossed his mind. Like the Akalak would ever leave their precious city behind and bother coming out to sea, much less try and capture a Svefra in his own element. They would have to be petching mad to try anything of the sort. Criminal or not, they couldn’t want him that bad. If he wasn’t worried about the Kuvay’Nas, he sure as petch wasn’t worried about a few fishermen causing him problems.
Realizing his thoughts had taken him away from his exercise, Kel sighed and hopped up and down slightly, shaking his arms out, loosening up for round two when a cry cut through the early morning air.
Kel whirled around towards the sound, startled by the sudden noise, ready to shout at whoever it was irritably for disturbing the sacred hours of the morning. A commotion seemed to have broken out aboard one of the few fishing boats that dotted the waters. The Svefra squinted, sapphire eyes narrowing as he moved over to the gunwale and leaned out on it, trying to get a better look at what was going on a hundred yards away.
He spotted a handful odd looking birds, much bigger than anything he’d seen before, flying in the air above the fishing crafts, the sailors shouting and moving about the ships frantically.
It wasn’t until a voice broke out over the commotion and reach his ears did Kel realized what he was seeing flying above. They weren’t birds at all.
“ZIIIIIIIIITH!”
NoteCalender Event! Huzzah! If anyone would like to join and will actually post regularly just shoot me a PM otherwise I'll just keep it a solo. It is taking place out on the water, so you will need a reason to have taken your PC out there in the morning hours before the sun has risen. Maybe get some fishing in, eh? xD
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Fratava
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Fratava
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