Thursday, May 28, 2009
Chapter 3
Maxwell Frostheart was walking down a path leading to his cabin in the middle of the Eastern Forest. He had come back from his morning meditations and is now feeling at peace with his emotions once more. Being without emotion is the way of a Frostheart.
His icy azure eyes were framed upon his pale bloodless face as he gazed at his surroundings, drinking in the majesty of the Forest and taking note at the sheer amount of life living there. He shook his head grimly, causing his pure white hair to scatter the morning dew that had developed on it.
He recently graduated from the School of Envir as a Frostmage. The School is an institution to train prospective spellcasters in their magical arts. However his clan sent him there not because he was talented, but because he was an embarrassment to them. And as such, he was sent away from them in disgrace as a youth.
Thinking of this threatened to disturb the inner peace his meditation had established, and so he quickly distracted himself by thinking of what he would have for lunch and wondering what Cindra and Flora, the other two inhabitants of the cabin, would be doing now.
Cindra and Flora were also graduates from the School, Cindra as a Flameweaver and Flora as a Druidess. The three of them were friends at the School and since graduation they were living together. Cindra and Flora had no qualms sharing their residence with another male, because they knew Maxwell had complete control over his emotions and would be in no way tempted by the two ravishing beauties that were his friends.
Cindra had once said that it’s just because Maxwell had a non-existent sex drive.
Unlike their peers who searched for employment from kings and lords of powerful lands, or furthering their own magical research, Cindra, Flora and Maxwell preferred to spend their time with nature.
Which is just another way of saying that they had completely no direction for with their lives yet.
Shaking his mind out of his reverie, he longed to experience what home feels like again.
Upon entering the cabin, Maxwell was assailed by two opposing odors. The strong smell of flowers originating from Flora’s room and the pungent smell of burning food originating from the kitchen.
Apparently Cindra had burnt their lunch again.
As he entered the kitchen, he saw his companions. Cindra Flameye in her traditional red robes of a Flameweaver, her crimson hair cascading to her waist as it shook with each movement of her head. And Flora na Fauna in her earthy green robes befitting of her discipline as a Druidess, her magically enhanced eyes constantly changing color in tandem with her emotions, from the bright red of anger to the flashing yellow of irritation.
Cindra was the hotheaded one, while Flora was the more rational of the two, allowing them to cover for each other’s weaknesses nicely as companions and friends.
Now however, the two of them were standing over a pot of boiling liquid and currently shouting at each other. Their friendship was apparently forgotten temporarily.
“Cindra this is the fifth time you blew up the kitchen this week! I told you not to put weird stuff in our food! Your supposed ideas are just fiction in your head!”
“Nonsense! It worked out well in theory, this way I can do thin-EEK!”
All three of them leapt for cover as the cooking pot began to spew forth yellow and black slime. All the while shaking violently before blasting its contents all over the place.
“Oh! Max is back.” Cindra noted as the three of them looked at each other from the floor.
“What did you add into the cooking pot?” Max asked Cindra mildly.
“Hmm? Oh I remembered reading somewhere that we have sodium in our bodies, so I tried to add a chunk it to our lunc-”
“You tried to add a chunk of sodium into a pot of boiling water?” Flora asked in a slightly strangled voice.
“Yup. Why’d you ask?”
“Oh no special reason,” Flora said nonchalantly, then she snapped, “JUST THAT SODIUM IS LIKE POISON TO US! AND IT EXPLODES WHEN IN CONTACT WITH WATER! WHAT? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US!?”
“SORRY FOR NOT KNOWING THAT YO-”
Ah, yes… This is definitely what home feels like. Max thought, leaving the two girls to their bickering, Hmm, I wonder how Filia is doing now?
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Signing off at...
9:12 PM
