This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen
I searched 'aurora borealis green'
I searched 'aurora borealis green'
Liam made his way to the training grounds, jogging through the wind-blown trees. He’d dressed practically this morning, although it wasn’t much different from his usual attire: dark, comfortable pants and a well-fitted shirt - long-sleeved, to ward off the lingering chill. Summer, it seemed, was not inclined to show its face today, and Liam wondered if Maea would be warm enough.
A simple sword was strapped to his belt - nothing fancy, just a plain longsword that he’d had for years. It had always served him well, even during his days as a Dragoon. He hoped that it would be enough to keep him from embarrassing himself today. He wasn’t sure what Maea’s preferred weapon would be, but he was certain that she would be skilled with whatever it was. She had to be able to take care of herself, to have been through all she’d been through and come out the other side.
As he came upon the training grounds, he slowed to a walk and raised a hand in greeting to the Ancient, who had beat him there. She carried a glaive, a long, bladed polearm, and Liam immediately began planning a strategy. He wouldn’t be able to fight up close and personal if she held onto her weapon; it certainly made fighting with a sword more of a challenge. He grinned. He’d never backed down from a challenge before.
”Hey,” he said as he approached. ”How’s it going?”
A simple sword was strapped to his belt - nothing fancy, just a plain longsword that he’d had for years. It had always served him well, even during his days as a Dragoon. He hoped that it would be enough to keep him from embarrassing himself today. He wasn’t sure what Maea’s preferred weapon would be, but he was certain that she would be skilled with whatever it was. She had to be able to take care of herself, to have been through all she’d been through and come out the other side.
As he came upon the training grounds, he slowed to a walk and raised a hand in greeting to the Ancient, who had beat him there. She carried a glaive, a long, bladed polearm, and Liam immediately began planning a strategy. He wouldn’t be able to fight up close and personal if she held onto her weapon; it certainly made fighting with a sword more of a challenge. He grinned. He’d never backed down from a challenge before.
”Hey,” he said as he approached. ”How’s it going?”
I've never seen someone lit from within
Blurring out my periphery
Blurring out my periphery
Liam
