Post by DaT on Dec 4, 2016 13:54:50 GMT -6
@open; Time to get your inner figure skater on. Or regular skater. tl note: lake Yamanaka is the lake near Mt Fuji. |  | HP: 100/100 | STR: 0 | DEX: 1 | DMG: 0 |
The north-eastern lake had been frozen over. She'd stared wide-eyed on discovery. Seeing a lake so large was in itself an amazing sight: it reminded her of lake Yamanaka, though she'd never seen it frozen over completely.
The first thing she'd done was test the ice. It felt strong, and even after jumping and stomping, it wouldn't break. Even when she fell, it didn't crack.
DaT then laboured to clear the snow from a sizeable part of the lake. She'd wanted to use branches to create a rectangle, but she hadn't gone much farther than a border thirty meters across and ten meters wide before she'd given up.
With the morning's work settled, DaT had taken a short break. The special event item 'skates' seemed perfect just for the opportunity.
When midday came, DaT had taken to the ice. The cold wind through her hair, the kish-kish of skates on ice, and the smell of cold ice every time she took a breath.
The girl slid over the ice with ease, drawing random patterns. It reminded her of home. The yearly visits to the nearby rink. Her older brother falling on his arse after trying to be way too fancy. Her mother gliding over the ice with such poise and grace she looked like an angel.
A very round and short angel, but an angel nonetheless.
She let out subdued laughter, staring up at the sky.
The first thing she'd done was test the ice. It felt strong, and even after jumping and stomping, it wouldn't break. Even when she fell, it didn't crack.
DaT then laboured to clear the snow from a sizeable part of the lake. She'd wanted to use branches to create a rectangle, but she hadn't gone much farther than a border thirty meters across and ten meters wide before she'd given up.
With the morning's work settled, DaT had taken a short break. The special event item 'skates' seemed perfect just for the opportunity.
When midday came, DaT had taken to the ice. The cold wind through her hair, the kish-kish of skates on ice, and the smell of cold ice every time she took a breath.
The girl slid over the ice with ease, drawing random patterns. It reminded her of home. The yearly visits to the nearby rink. Her older brother falling on his arse after trying to be way too fancy. Her mother gliding over the ice with such poise and grace she looked like an angel.
A very round and short angel, but an angel nonetheless.
She let out subdued laughter, staring up at the sky.
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Last Edit: Dec 4, 2016 18:08:12 GMT -6 by DaT
