Post by strider on Feb 7, 2006 18:42:54 GMT -6
Peircing violet eyes cut through the dark ebony of the night. The heat of the fire at his feet was drying his soaking clothes. He ran his hands through his flame- red hair. Frustration coursed through him. He was supposed to meet his accomplice here, three weeks ago. Angrily, he shot a white beam of energey into a nearby tree. His eyes flashed. He was not to reveal his Gift yet! He inwardly scolded himself for his foolishness. He stood up and walked over to his horse. Stroaking the stallion's rain wettened neck, he thought to himself, What if something had happened to him? Bandits, or something worse? I'm not sure, but I am getting worried about him. He walked back over to the fire and his tent. I am going to need to sleep to do what I plan ot tomorrow. Orphan thought. I suppose he can take care of himself for a few more days. He walked into his tent and quickly fell asleep, without another thought on the matter.