Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131120055505

Cuivre was running amoungest the trees. It was early in the morning, the rising sun shining through the Emerald Forest against his face. He was keeping a steady pace, quick enough to make the run worth it, but slow enough to hear if something was off.

I wonder if I could get the other three on this run.

He jogged on. The gentle breaze was cool against his skin, a welcome relief during his exercise. It seemed like any other day he spent running out here. 