Post by Lachina O'Reilly on Apr 7, 2015 4:11:45 GMT
Left, right, left, right, left, right, left.
The quick pitter-patter of footfall softly echoed in the dark and mystical forest, a marvel unique to the humble nation of Carraig. Odd, it was, that such a technologically profound land could maintain such rustic simplicity as forests and castles in this day and age. In a world of nano-chip phones and laser-technology, a time when men can, and have, traveled the stars, so to speak, the quaint sight of dark green foliage was a pleasant one, and always reminded Lachina of fairy tales that her mother told her as a child. She liked the forest.
Although it would be a sure bit nicer if Reno would keep up!
"Reno, ya bampot, quit'yer baytin' off back there'n catch up! Here's me full til', an' you're slow's a auld mog, ye'are! Oi..." Shaking her head as she turned back around from teasing her twin, she nevertheless slowed down just enough to let him (eventually) take the lead, as they ventured onward to adventure.
Continuing to travel, she made a point of drawing forth her drumsticks to occupy her time, idly working out a quick beat on her upper thigh. Da dikadikadika da dika da dika dikada dididididika da da da dika daka dika da. Good old snare drumming. She was, alas, snapped out of it by Reno telling her to keep up, to which she stuck out her tongue. However, they were soon out of the forest, and the castle, their target destination, was in sight.
Nodding, she followed her brother's line of sight to the crack in the wall. That was definitely where they could enter... Though she had to admit, there could be anything in there; ghosts, ghouls, or ev-
BOOOOOM.
The loud roar of thunder and the sudden onslaught of the rain were all Lachina needed to hear, moving before her brother could even utter the words, clearing the distance to the crack in a matter of seconds, before turning to Reno, still running, and laughing heartily; "C'mon, Reno, ya wee quine, scairt've a l'il spat'o rain, haha!~"
The quick pitter-patter of footfall softly echoed in the dark and mystical forest, a marvel unique to the humble nation of Carraig. Odd, it was, that such a technologically profound land could maintain such rustic simplicity as forests and castles in this day and age. In a world of nano-chip phones and laser-technology, a time when men can, and have, traveled the stars, so to speak, the quaint sight of dark green foliage was a pleasant one, and always reminded Lachina of fairy tales that her mother told her as a child. She liked the forest.
Although it would be a sure bit nicer if Reno would keep up!
"Reno, ya bampot, quit'yer baytin' off back there'n catch up! Here's me full til', an' you're slow's a auld mog, ye'are! Oi..." Shaking her head as she turned back around from teasing her twin, she nevertheless slowed down just enough to let him (eventually) take the lead, as they ventured onward to adventure.
Continuing to travel, she made a point of drawing forth her drumsticks to occupy her time, idly working out a quick beat on her upper thigh. Da dikadikadika da dika da dika dikada dididididika da da da dika daka dika da. Good old snare drumming. She was, alas, snapped out of it by Reno telling her to keep up, to which she stuck out her tongue. However, they were soon out of the forest, and the castle, their target destination, was in sight.
Nodding, she followed her brother's line of sight to the crack in the wall. That was definitely where they could enter... Though she had to admit, there could be anything in there; ghosts, ghouls, or ev-
BOOOOOM.
The loud roar of thunder and the sudden onslaught of the rain were all Lachina needed to hear, moving before her brother could even utter the words, clearing the distance to the crack in a matter of seconds, before turning to Reno, still running, and laughing heartily; "C'mon, Reno, ya wee quine, scairt've a l'il spat'o rain, haha!~"
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