Post by soraeya on Dec 16, 2012 14:30:27 GMT -5
With classes done, Lukas went against the river of students, like fish swimming up river, all rushing to converge in the usually social places while he headed for solitude. People brushed against him, bumped into him, and shouted out over his head, causing his brows to furrow and for him to frown. He didn’t enjoy being touched and crows were uncomfortable so as quick as he could, he slipped out of the nearest exit, escaping to outside. The doors shut automatically behind him and he was visibly able to relax, take a deep breath, and smooth out his uniform and hair. It was a fair enough day, some overcast, but this was fine for him; the cooler the day the more he enjoyed it. Walking down the steps, he strode off down the path a ways before diverting to the left suddenly through the trees. The further he walked, the more faded the voices and sounds of school life dissipated behind him and the symphony of birdsong and the ocean took over his senses.
Slipping his hands into his pockets, the Norwegian kept on walking until he could no longer hear people and passing a throng of trees, the boy exited the forest and found himself on a small ridge overlooking the expanse of beach on either of his sides and the ocean far and beyond his sight in front of him. Stepping away from the shadows of the woods, Lukas stopped and simply stared out at the ocean, relishing in the salty sea breeze and the dark encroaching clouds hovering over the horizon, threatening a sea storm. He had always felt drawn to the ocean, to the wilderness, away form people and to be just by himself and this is where he was most happy. Being in such a strange place so far away from Norway didn’t sit the best within his chest but he knew that it was for the best; his grandfather had told him to continue his training and this was the best place to do that.
Sitting down on the grass, he brought up his knees to his chin and wrapped his arms around his legs, leaning his chin down to stare out at the endless water. He had been on the island for a couple of weeks now and still hadn’t really found what people would define as “ a friend,” but this didn’t come as a surprise to him. He had never had friends really and to be honest, he didn’t know how to get one, how to treat them, or where to start looking. He liked being alone so that’s how it would be during his time here; it wouldn’t be for long anyways. Still, Lukas sighed just as the wind picked up, stirring up a few eaves from the trees and as they sailed past him headed for the ocean, they stopped. Frozen in time, Lukas gazed intently at the intricate veins of a leaf nearest to his face, reaching up a finger to touch it, making it spin it’s temporal suspension. Time…. What did his time here mean when he was his own personal master of time? He thought about this as he continued to twirl the leaf, denying it further decomposition until he released it.
Slipping his hands into his pockets, the Norwegian kept on walking until he could no longer hear people and passing a throng of trees, the boy exited the forest and found himself on a small ridge overlooking the expanse of beach on either of his sides and the ocean far and beyond his sight in front of him. Stepping away from the shadows of the woods, Lukas stopped and simply stared out at the ocean, relishing in the salty sea breeze and the dark encroaching clouds hovering over the horizon, threatening a sea storm. He had always felt drawn to the ocean, to the wilderness, away form people and to be just by himself and this is where he was most happy. Being in such a strange place so far away from Norway didn’t sit the best within his chest but he knew that it was for the best; his grandfather had told him to continue his training and this was the best place to do that.
Sitting down on the grass, he brought up his knees to his chin and wrapped his arms around his legs, leaning his chin down to stare out at the endless water. He had been on the island for a couple of weeks now and still hadn’t really found what people would define as “ a friend,” but this didn’t come as a surprise to him. He had never had friends really and to be honest, he didn’t know how to get one, how to treat them, or where to start looking. He liked being alone so that’s how it would be during his time here; it wouldn’t be for long anyways. Still, Lukas sighed just as the wind picked up, stirring up a few eaves from the trees and as they sailed past him headed for the ocean, they stopped. Frozen in time, Lukas gazed intently at the intricate veins of a leaf nearest to his face, reaching up a finger to touch it, making it spin it’s temporal suspension. Time…. What did his time here mean when he was his own personal master of time? He thought about this as he continued to twirl the leaf, denying it further decomposition until he released it.