Posted by courage on September 1, 2008, 4:45 pm She is frail as she walks amongst the lands of the Academy. The world is full of things to learn, full of stories for her to hear. And she will listen carefully as the world revolves in such chaos and turmoil. There is a gleam of hope that rides high upon her, settling across her shoulders and contorting her very gaze into something so carefully and innocently beautiful. Her body might not be as strong as many of the others, but her spirit is what makes her so valuable and promising. She is only two years old, but she has been on her own for a long time now, since she was able to feed upon the grasses. It was an acquired taste, to be sure. But it was one that she certainly learned to love early: clover is her favorite. And so as she emerges into the Academy, she delights in finding a small patch of her favorite treat. She bypasses it, however, in hopes of finding her teacher soon. Her eyes, the color of the ocean, scan across the buzzing Academy with her interest piqued and ready to learn whatever the first lesson was. She already has two objectives in life that she intends on finding for herself: something worth fighting for and the ability to stand up for herself or someone else. For now, though, she was content to stumble upon the mysterious world of the Academy and find this guy called Marshall.
24.129.33.236
"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow. "
Mary Anne Radmacher.
Message Thread:
« Back to thread