20th of Winter, 514 A.V
The Woods upon this oh so glorious day were sublime; The winds themselves practically sang to those who walked about within the Woods on such a fine day. The trees danced about as the wind whipped about throughout the lands. Small amounts of snow were carried about with each and every simplistic gust of wind. Today a quiet breeze roamed about, delivering a chilling kiss to all of the flora and fauna within the general area. A kiss that caused snow to form and fall from the skies, the beauty of the snow flakes alone was awe striking. One could practically call the idiosyncratic snow lovely. A practical unique aspect of nature, due to the fact that no two snow flakes can ever be exactly the same. Each and every little flake of snow in itself is unique; and that aspect is what makes snow so lovely. For it goes to show; That irregardless of what form something comes in it will never be the exact, same as what is near it. Rather it be Man, Beast , Plant or element.
Holland steps forth, having just exited his tent and placed a palm upon the nostrils of Declan. The moment that his warm touch came in contact with the Horse; She neighed although he knew not of how to communicate with a Horse he knew that she needed to be fed. Soon enough he would take her off into the city, so that she may feed. Not to mention so that she may be somewhat warmer then she is at this very moment. Oh how sorry did he feel for his lovely steed as she too had to endure the most wicked of cold weather. What in heavens name could he do to warm her up? Perhaps he could go about and gather sticks, and give making fire a try?
That would be precisely what he would do, and being that he resided in a heavily wooded area it wouldn't be hard to find. Today he wore no more then his typical attire; A beautiful set of royal blue clothing, A royal blue colored shirt which was long sleeved, and hugged him at the forearms; Directly below the wrists. Royal blue trousers, and a pair of black simplistic short boots. The royal blue shirt he wore was merely the secondary layer. His shirt was layered atop by his fathers old Back and Breast armor. Which was composed of steel, and provided protection to his torso, and back. Although he knew it would stick out like a sore thumb; Due to the fact that it shone a slight. Upon his right hip was a simplistic yet beautiful Rapier. One composed of lovely steel, and with plenty of hand protection. The blades length was currently hidden within it's scabbard; and was restricted of mobility as a result of being tucked away within the scabbard.
With each and every step he took mild crunching could be heard; and fairly obviously he wasn't attempting to conceal his presence. He gathered up several twigs; Approximately twelve. Before returning to his tent which was in the middle of six trees surrounding a small circular area covered with snow. Now he proceeds to grasp hold of a few more rather surprisingly dry leaves. Dropping all of the sticks and leaves upon the ground approximately five feet away from the Tent. Before he takes a seated position upon the ground, criss-crossing his legs. Meanwhile he closes his optic devices; Temporarily attempting to gain a higher state of concentration. Breathing in and out several times in order to calm himself down. Before he begins channeling his res; A lavender hue misty substance begins to exit both the males palms simultaneously. Before he raises both his palms toward the ground a mere one foot away from himself. Attempting to attract stones and bring them toward his hands. After several minutes pass he now has an ample supply of Stones. They sat directly before him, and he exhaled rather heavily. It was incredibly difficult for him to even so much as attract stone; Due to the fact that he wanted to use up as little djed as he could.
Now he grasps hold of a pair of stones, and stands erect once more before taking but two steps forth. Whilst he begins to arrange the sticks in a neat little pile; and then he throws atop the dry leaves. Grinding them up using the rocks so that they would be much more easy to burn. Now he picks up the stones once more, and begins slamming them together multiple times. In order to generate sparks. Majority of the stones broke before he so much as got even a minute spark from them. Now finally a spark erupts and that spark alone would be the spark that ignites the flame.
Several more minutes pass and he begins to blow his breath upon the now smoking bundle of tinder and wood. Before a small flame begins to erupt from it, and he has for once started his first fire! He sighs in relief and a wide smile crept across his visage; Revealing his pearly white teeth!
Holland steps forth, having just exited his tent and placed a palm upon the nostrils of Declan. The moment that his warm touch came in contact with the Horse; She neighed although he knew not of how to communicate with a Horse he knew that she needed to be fed. Soon enough he would take her off into the city, so that she may feed. Not to mention so that she may be somewhat warmer then she is at this very moment. Oh how sorry did he feel for his lovely steed as she too had to endure the most wicked of cold weather. What in heavens name could he do to warm her up? Perhaps he could go about and gather sticks, and give making fire a try?
That would be precisely what he would do, and being that he resided in a heavily wooded area it wouldn't be hard to find. Today he wore no more then his typical attire; A beautiful set of royal blue clothing, A royal blue colored shirt which was long sleeved, and hugged him at the forearms; Directly below the wrists. Royal blue trousers, and a pair of black simplistic short boots. The royal blue shirt he wore was merely the secondary layer. His shirt was layered atop by his fathers old Back and Breast armor. Which was composed of steel, and provided protection to his torso, and back. Although he knew it would stick out like a sore thumb; Due to the fact that it shone a slight. Upon his right hip was a simplistic yet beautiful Rapier. One composed of lovely steel, and with plenty of hand protection. The blades length was currently hidden within it's scabbard; and was restricted of mobility as a result of being tucked away within the scabbard.
With each and every step he took mild crunching could be heard; and fairly obviously he wasn't attempting to conceal his presence. He gathered up several twigs; Approximately twelve. Before returning to his tent which was in the middle of six trees surrounding a small circular area covered with snow. Now he proceeds to grasp hold of a few more rather surprisingly dry leaves. Dropping all of the sticks and leaves upon the ground approximately five feet away from the Tent. Before he takes a seated position upon the ground, criss-crossing his legs. Meanwhile he closes his optic devices; Temporarily attempting to gain a higher state of concentration. Breathing in and out several times in order to calm himself down. Before he begins channeling his res; A lavender hue misty substance begins to exit both the males palms simultaneously. Before he raises both his palms toward the ground a mere one foot away from himself. Attempting to attract stones and bring them toward his hands. After several minutes pass he now has an ample supply of Stones. They sat directly before him, and he exhaled rather heavily. It was incredibly difficult for him to even so much as attract stone; Due to the fact that he wanted to use up as little djed as he could.
Now he grasps hold of a pair of stones, and stands erect once more before taking but two steps forth. Whilst he begins to arrange the sticks in a neat little pile; and then he throws atop the dry leaves. Grinding them up using the rocks so that they would be much more easy to burn. Now he picks up the stones once more, and begins slamming them together multiple times. In order to generate sparks. Majority of the stones broke before he so much as got even a minute spark from them. Now finally a spark erupts and that spark alone would be the spark that ignites the flame.
Several more minutes pass and he begins to blow his breath upon the now smoking bundle of tinder and wood. Before a small flame begins to erupt from it, and he has for once started his first fire! He sighs in relief and a wide smile crept across his visage; Revealing his pearly white teeth!