Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2015 17:12:34 GMT -5
Juniper raised his blade and swang, going through the motions of his attacks. The snow danced around his feet as his footwork kicked it up, flattened, and generally disturbed it. He could see his breath as it puffed away from in little clouds of fog. His cheeks hurt with the cold and his lungs stung. But that just meant he was getting a decent workout. Yes, perhaps he could be dressed warmer for the occasion, but where was the fun in that? Not getting frostbite, yes, but still. It would put hair on his chest. Lke a defiant child, he went without heavy clothing. Of course, he still had his travel jacket. But that was not nearly warm enough for where he was.
Where was he, anyway? He knew he had to be close to Jingle Village. Juniper had seen a sign for it a mile or two back. Perhaps he'd find his way there and shack up for the day, maybe get some feeling back in his toes. After he finished his training of course. He wouldn't let himself do anything without finishing what he had started. Juniper devoted a section of his day to his weapon drills, each and every day. And for good cause. The body was like a sword. If it went unused and unmaintained, it would start to rust. Now, one could argue that he needn't practice everyday. After all, how much of his life had he spent practicing with a sword? The answer was probably a number of hours in the low thousands.
But at this point, it was a habit. One that he dedicated himself to maintaining, like his blade and himself. And Juniper was nothing without dedication. For better or for worse, he stuck by things.
Finally, he finished his weapons drills. His body was warm despite the cold, and his breathing was slightly laboured as he sheathed his blade. Rubbing his hands together, he began to trudge through the snow. He had to admit, he liked the snow. One didn't see much of it in the southern islands. And for now, he was heading towards Jungle Village. Perhaps he would curl up by the fire and get some reading done. He'd been meaning to do some reading as of late. His travels didn't give him much of a chance to do that. Maybe it was time for him to start a new habit. But first, he had to reach the village, how far away it was. If he remembered the sign correctly, he was heading the right way.
Where was he, anyway? He knew he had to be close to Jingle Village. Juniper had seen a sign for it a mile or two back. Perhaps he'd find his way there and shack up for the day, maybe get some feeling back in his toes. After he finished his training of course. He wouldn't let himself do anything without finishing what he had started. Juniper devoted a section of his day to his weapon drills, each and every day. And for good cause. The body was like a sword. If it went unused and unmaintained, it would start to rust. Now, one could argue that he needn't practice everyday. After all, how much of his life had he spent practicing with a sword? The answer was probably a number of hours in the low thousands.
But at this point, it was a habit. One that he dedicated himself to maintaining, like his blade and himself. And Juniper was nothing without dedication. For better or for worse, he stuck by things.
Finally, he finished his weapons drills. His body was warm despite the cold, and his breathing was slightly laboured as he sheathed his blade. Rubbing his hands together, he began to trudge through the snow. He had to admit, he liked the snow. One didn't see much of it in the southern islands. And for now, he was heading towards Jungle Village. Perhaps he would curl up by the fire and get some reading done. He'd been meaning to do some reading as of late. His travels didn't give him much of a chance to do that. Maybe it was time for him to start a new habit. But first, he had to reach the village, how far away it was. If he remembered the sign correctly, he was heading the right way.