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| ArowaRimu | Dec 5 2011, 07:00 PM Post #1 |
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Beauty, grace, peace and order. All of these can be seen as I chance upon an open field, wind blowing through my hair. In the morning, I had awoke to the cheers and admiration of the crowds, who strive to do their best to help me by my side. They grovel at my feet, wishing me good luck as well as claiming they did not deserve my presence. Though a side of me contemplated to humor their actions, the knight within me caved in quicker than my thoughts, and I pull them up to their feet. "Though I am no less deserving of your praise, I am but a man, you need not go to such extent!" I declare with a smile, throwing my arms wide open. When the man and women I helped came to face me, a faint blush seeped into their faces, presenting me with a look of pure innocence. In the afternoon, the sun shine a deep tint of yellow, the warmth spreading across the fields of grass, tempered lightly by the soft blowing of wind. Strange that it had been such magnanimous weather throughout the year, maybe it had been even longer than that, as I could not remember the last time it rained, when drops of cold water fell from the dark, unsightly clouds. For I hated the weather when it rained. The cold could penetrate both armor and flesh, chilling the bones. My beautiful pink hair would get wet, its color dulled of its usual brightness. What's worse was that the strong, howling wind would mess up my wet hair, reducing my beauty to the ranks of a court jester! That is something I can never tolerate, something I would avoid at all costs! "Ah, but it is no worry on such a wondrous day! Let's go, Rabicano!" The command I give out is one of grace and precision, and at my call, my mighty white stallion burst into sight. He did not need to stop, for I did not need him to stand still to mount on him, tossing my body over him with dexterity and skill as soon as he galloped past me. After a day of riding, I let Rabicano rest in the soft field, while I sat there looking up to the orange sky. Everything is almost too perfect, and every instance feel surreal. It made me wonder about my previous adventures, how I long for a challenge again, just to break out of this monotony of peace. Well, the thought lingered in my mind, but I had little desire to pursue it. "Hey!" A familiar voice calls out to me from a distance. "Hey Astolfo, are you around here?" No doubt it is the man whose name pops up in my mind as soon as I hear his voice. My eyes burst open with energy as I bounced to my feet, excitement swell up within my heart. The man strapped in armor, a perfect example of manhood, stride up to me, pushing his way through the grass. "Orlando!" Before I know it, I am skipping my way towards him, crying out his name. My ultimate portrayal of friendship can never be called as such without a hug at the end, as I welcome the presence of my beloved friend. As my arms went over his body, I can feel the bulk of his muscles, how solid his flesh is. Truly, he is everything deserving of the rank of Chief Paladin. It is a strange evening, one where I spend my time looking to the sky, the clouds, with Orlando at my side. The smile never disappear from my face, as I cannot be more happier with the presence of my best friend, such is the beauty of friendship. My mind is empty, of stress and troubles. I feel no expectation placed upon me, and I can just sleep the day away. Lying down on my back and looking to the night sky lit up by stars, my eyelids slowly closes. And when they open again, my day will begin anew. Edited by ArowaRimu, Dec 5 2011, 11:45 PM.
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