Post by Dian Xin on Jan 20, 2017 11:29:30 GMT -5
Lost.
Dian Xin gazed angrily out over the waves, as if it were their fault that he'd gone astray. Groaning, Dian Xin flopped back in the belly of his little rowboat. A mistake, as his head slammed into the thick wood of the boat and a crack of pain shot through the back of his head like lightning. "Ouch," muttered Dian Xin. Gingerly holding the back of his head, Dian Xin rose almost immediately and leaned against the side of his boat, peering out over the cerulean sea. Why was he even in this boat? He could fly! The halfblood had recently mastered the art, and while he was not particularly good at it, it was faster than this boat. Force of habit, probably. Maybe even nostalgia for the days where he was forced to go it the hard way. For a brief moment, the halfblood considered throwing himself out of the boat and into the air, but thought better of it. It would be wasteful to let the boat go adrift.
With a sigh, Dian Xin set himself back into his seat and began to row with a direction. In truth, the halfblood was looking for the home of the Turtle School. Somehow, the hybrid had gotten into his head that he wanted to seek training with the legendary school. The desire came from equal parts a want to protect and a want to get stronger. The prestige of the school did not hurt, either, and it was good to be back in the Southern Tropics. The weather here was a fair bit more pleasant than the rest of the world's. The halfblood would enjoy it a fair bit more if he weren't so lost.
The halfblood went on this way for a while, his arms moving rhythmically up and down as the little boat cut its way through the sea. All the while, bitter thoughts grew in his head. Where was this damned Turtle School? Why did it have to be in the middle of the ocean? Why hadn't Dian Xin bought a better map? All of these questions burned through his mind like a hot knife. And as he stewed over these in his mind, gulls buzzed overhead and, in time, the dull brown of land appeared on the horizon. His heart leaped into his throat and he kicked it into overdrive. The distance between boat and beach shrank, and before long, wood thrust itself upon sand as the boat came ashore. Dian Xin threw himself out of the boat and into the sand, a curtain of the stuff flying up into the air about him. But it did not matter: he felt as if he could kiss the grainy stuff.
But he did not have time to linger among the grains. Dian Xin pulled himself up and headed inland on the island, trudging through sand until he hit grass, and marching through that until he hit the roads of a town. It was a quiet little island town, the kind that Dian Xin had come to find a soft spot in his heart for towns like this. Something about the simplicity of them. But now was not the time to enjoy the idyll pleasure of the town, as Dian Xin was a man on business.
Striding through town, Dian Xin came to the one bar in town and threw himself through the doors. "I'm looking for the Turtle Hermit," announced Dian Xin to the whole bar, "Can anyone point me in the right direction?"
Being direct was the best policy, right?
Dian Xin is looking for Turtle School training! Sorry, not sure who to tag!
Dian Xin gazed angrily out over the waves, as if it were their fault that he'd gone astray. Groaning, Dian Xin flopped back in the belly of his little rowboat. A mistake, as his head slammed into the thick wood of the boat and a crack of pain shot through the back of his head like lightning. "Ouch," muttered Dian Xin. Gingerly holding the back of his head, Dian Xin rose almost immediately and leaned against the side of his boat, peering out over the cerulean sea. Why was he even in this boat? He could fly! The halfblood had recently mastered the art, and while he was not particularly good at it, it was faster than this boat. Force of habit, probably. Maybe even nostalgia for the days where he was forced to go it the hard way. For a brief moment, the halfblood considered throwing himself out of the boat and into the air, but thought better of it. It would be wasteful to let the boat go adrift.
With a sigh, Dian Xin set himself back into his seat and began to row with a direction. In truth, the halfblood was looking for the home of the Turtle School. Somehow, the hybrid had gotten into his head that he wanted to seek training with the legendary school. The desire came from equal parts a want to protect and a want to get stronger. The prestige of the school did not hurt, either, and it was good to be back in the Southern Tropics. The weather here was a fair bit more pleasant than the rest of the world's. The halfblood would enjoy it a fair bit more if he weren't so lost.
The halfblood went on this way for a while, his arms moving rhythmically up and down as the little boat cut its way through the sea. All the while, bitter thoughts grew in his head. Where was this damned Turtle School? Why did it have to be in the middle of the ocean? Why hadn't Dian Xin bought a better map? All of these questions burned through his mind like a hot knife. And as he stewed over these in his mind, gulls buzzed overhead and, in time, the dull brown of land appeared on the horizon. His heart leaped into his throat and he kicked it into overdrive. The distance between boat and beach shrank, and before long, wood thrust itself upon sand as the boat came ashore. Dian Xin threw himself out of the boat and into the sand, a curtain of the stuff flying up into the air about him. But it did not matter: he felt as if he could kiss the grainy stuff.
But he did not have time to linger among the grains. Dian Xin pulled himself up and headed inland on the island, trudging through sand until he hit grass, and marching through that until he hit the roads of a town. It was a quiet little island town, the kind that Dian Xin had come to find a soft spot in his heart for towns like this. Something about the simplicity of them. But now was not the time to enjoy the idyll pleasure of the town, as Dian Xin was a man on business.
Striding through town, Dian Xin came to the one bar in town and threw himself through the doors. "I'm looking for the Turtle Hermit," announced Dian Xin to the whole bar, "Can anyone point me in the right direction?"
Being direct was the best policy, right?
Dian Xin is looking for Turtle School training! Sorry, not sure who to tag!