Post by Alistair Theirin on Jan 4, 2013 19:06:33 GMT -5
Alistair found it to be a peaceful and beautiful place. It was quiet and relaxing. The scenery of the lake was just so picturesque that Alistair wished he could send a photo home to his Great-Aunt. She loved the time spent at the hunting lodge just as much as Alistair did. The scent of the stables and the leaves whipping around in the breeze coupled with the lake really reminded him so much of home. Alistair put a hand gently on a tree, they were different from the trees at home, but still trees were trees and the wind and sun was just as warm and inviting. Off a few meters, Barkspawn happily sniffed and jumped, marking his territory here and there. Alistair laughed at the silliness of the dog. He couldn’t understand how his dog could go from the extreme of happiness to a ferocious beast the next. Such was the life of a brilliant warhound.
A Naiad waved at Alistair from off of the canoe pier. Alistair headed over and had quite a lovely exchange with the lake nymph. Her name was a beautiful name, but Alistair couldn’t pronounce it. The ancient Greek popped into his head easily, but speaking it was a different story. She was accommodating to say the least, saying that it was alright to call her Seriph. It was defiantly cold out on the lake. The boats lazily bobbed up and down, and Seriph was in a good mood, promising to not drench Alistair completely before the water was warm enough to swim. Alistair thanked her as she swam off, leaving him alone to his thoughts. There was much on his mind. So many different things swimming around like an overcrowded fish tank. But this was not the time to think about all of the things that made him feel down and depressed. It was a nice day. Maybe later on he would take one of the stallions out on a ride through the forest or even go for a nice long workout in the arena. But today was quiet and there seemed to be nothing to trouble the camp. No monster attacks or someone’s prank going awry, it was nice to not have something to worry about.
Despite the cold wind whipping up off the lake, Alistair was warm and comfortable. The sound of the water lapping up against the dock and the feel of the warm sun on his face was comforting. Alistair gently set his sword and shield on the dock and pulled out a book out of his back pocket. The cover was faded leather embossed with a large red dragon, it was a favorite book of his that he had read back in his days of primary school. He ran his calloused fingers over the cover, tracing the flames coming from the dragons mouth. ‘There and Back Again’ was inscribed on the leather. Inside on the pages, the lettering was faded but still readable and the edges of the pages were well worn and loved. Alistair loved this particular book and the imagery that was conveyed amongst the pages. It wasn’t Robin Hood, but it was still a damn good book. A fairy tale in a way, but more adult then people could imagine. His imagination was vivid and he could just see the little Hobbit and the towering grey wizard in his minds eye. Maybe one day he would be able to tell children of his own tales, fighting the wicked DCA monster and telling a tale of triumph of the Demi-gods and taking back their rights as people.
Alistair brushed a strand of hair away from his face. The early morning sun over the horizon line was striking the lake to where you could see wisps of steam curling off of the lake’s glassy surface. A turtle wandered past Alistair at a slow pace, meandering till it plopped off the edge of the dock and made its way down to the depths of the muddy lake bottom, bubbles marking its descent. Alistair smiled as he returned his eyes to the faded looking parchment paper. This day could be nice and relaxing, save for whatever terrors the Hermes cabin decided to get up to.
A Naiad waved at Alistair from off of the canoe pier. Alistair headed over and had quite a lovely exchange with the lake nymph. Her name was a beautiful name, but Alistair couldn’t pronounce it. The ancient Greek popped into his head easily, but speaking it was a different story. She was accommodating to say the least, saying that it was alright to call her Seriph. It was defiantly cold out on the lake. The boats lazily bobbed up and down, and Seriph was in a good mood, promising to not drench Alistair completely before the water was warm enough to swim. Alistair thanked her as she swam off, leaving him alone to his thoughts. There was much on his mind. So many different things swimming around like an overcrowded fish tank. But this was not the time to think about all of the things that made him feel down and depressed. It was a nice day. Maybe later on he would take one of the stallions out on a ride through the forest or even go for a nice long workout in the arena. But today was quiet and there seemed to be nothing to trouble the camp. No monster attacks or someone’s prank going awry, it was nice to not have something to worry about.
Despite the cold wind whipping up off the lake, Alistair was warm and comfortable. The sound of the water lapping up against the dock and the feel of the warm sun on his face was comforting. Alistair gently set his sword and shield on the dock and pulled out a book out of his back pocket. The cover was faded leather embossed with a large red dragon, it was a favorite book of his that he had read back in his days of primary school. He ran his calloused fingers over the cover, tracing the flames coming from the dragons mouth. ‘There and Back Again’ was inscribed on the leather. Inside on the pages, the lettering was faded but still readable and the edges of the pages were well worn and loved. Alistair loved this particular book and the imagery that was conveyed amongst the pages. It wasn’t Robin Hood, but it was still a damn good book. A fairy tale in a way, but more adult then people could imagine. His imagination was vivid and he could just see the little Hobbit and the towering grey wizard in his minds eye. Maybe one day he would be able to tell children of his own tales, fighting the wicked DCA monster and telling a tale of triumph of the Demi-gods and taking back their rights as people.
Alistair brushed a strand of hair away from his face. The early morning sun over the horizon line was striking the lake to where you could see wisps of steam curling off of the lake’s glassy surface. A turtle wandered past Alistair at a slow pace, meandering till it plopped off the edge of the dock and made its way down to the depths of the muddy lake bottom, bubbles marking its descent. Alistair smiled as he returned his eyes to the faded looking parchment paper. This day could be nice and relaxing, save for whatever terrors the Hermes cabin decided to get up to.