Post by Reconboo on Dec 13, 2014 21:05:01 GMT
[OOC: Taking place whilst the three warriors are in the dungeons, so by the time Reconboo gets to Wolfendon, Autumn would have left the dungeon.]
*On a beautiful morning on the Wolfendon path, the noise of footsteps are heard. Followed by a loud yawn. Followed by the slim figure of a young boy stretching his arms out and scratching his messy hair as he walks along the path.
This is Reconboo, who has been travelling for over a week from his home on the outskirts of Anwin Wood. And I hope he doesn't take offence to this, but he's not a very appealing sight this morning. You see, because of his fear of water, one of his most dreaded tasks is bath time, which ends up with his father having to wrangle him into the pool situated close to his home, and then being forced to wash (his mother never did the wrangling herself because she held the same fear). But now Reconboo was free from his parents, he'd "accidentally" let the task of bath time slip from his mind. Because of this, he has a few small smudges of dirt on his face, a lot more on his knees and elbows, and he has a slightly unpleasant smell lingering about him.
But he doesn't even realise, let alone care. He just carries on, humming a merry little tune to himself.*
*On a beautiful morning on the Wolfendon path, the noise of footsteps are heard. Followed by a loud yawn. Followed by the slim figure of a young boy stretching his arms out and scratching his messy hair as he walks along the path.
This is Reconboo, who has been travelling for over a week from his home on the outskirts of Anwin Wood. And I hope he doesn't take offence to this, but he's not a very appealing sight this morning. You see, because of his fear of water, one of his most dreaded tasks is bath time, which ends up with his father having to wrangle him into the pool situated close to his home, and then being forced to wash (his mother never did the wrangling herself because she held the same fear). But now Reconboo was free from his parents, he'd "accidentally" let the task of bath time slip from his mind. Because of this, he has a few small smudges of dirt on his face, a lot more on his knees and elbows, and he has a slightly unpleasant smell lingering about him.
But he doesn't even realise, let alone care. He just carries on, humming a merry little tune to himself.*