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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Pofeh:
8/15/2016 10:17:29 PM
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[u]Balthazar scratches at his chin, his eyes slowly meandering their way across the field, then finally resting on Cyan. Po continues reading a book labeled "Botany for Beginners", the pages of which are stained and crinkled.[/u]
B: "[i]Aye, that be true. Fighting hasn't suited either of us well, and it certainly hasn't always been for the best.[/i]"
[u]As he speaks, his hand traces it's way across his face, feeling and drawing along the long scars and blemishes from fights before.[/u]
English
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Makes sense. Of course I always keep weapons on hand for self defense. Fighting isn't always good but sometimes it's necessary
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[u]Balthazar shakes his head, tugging at a few loose, wispy hairs in his beard.[/u] "[i]We have no need for weapons anymore. If anyone attacks us, we can just disappear. Unlike you, the flame of combat burns no longer in my bosom. Instead, a wave of tranquility flows throughout, alleviating the urge of conflict.[/i]
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*Cyan nods* I understand. I wish I could do the same, but when leading a clan you must be ready for anything
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[u]Balthazar nods, his eyes trailing off into the distance. The wheat fields below sway gently in the breeze, hypnotizing waves like calming rivers. A farmer slowly makes his way through the golden fields, harvesting the grain and sowing the seeds of the future. Clouds meander across the late summer sky, casting puffy shadows across the fields. Past the fields lays a small town, a bustling market lay in the center. Po can be seen sitting against the tree, reading a book whilst fiddling with what appears to be a blob of molten gold. It pulsates with energy, changing shape as he wills it so. One second it resembles a sun, the other a small flower. As he leafs through the pages aimlessly, the aged and tanned paper crinkling and cracking as it moves. Balthazar nods off, snoring slightly. As he does, Po's eyes droop, then finally close as he falls asleep next to Balthazar.[/u] [spoiler]Fin.[/spoiler]
