utting the plant in his rucksack, and packing it very carefully with clothes, he decided that was best to keep it safe. An adventurous path lay before the young Sev’ryn, with more than one jump to make, more than one chimney to peer under, and bird to admire. Starting off lightfooted across a ledge, not a roof ledge, a small incline along the center of the roof. Ae’garn almost stumbled a step but a quick jump put him right, hands balanced out both ways as he found his balance.
He came to a small gap in the roofs, he was a small man, so it was a fair sized jump. “Ashan, for you.”
Freedom to go and do what he pleased, one… two… three… and off the little Sev’ryn leaped, landing at a scattering of his feet, and bumping his knee the other side. That hurt, but he was upright! Holding his hands up to spin in circles, a small ritual for Ashan and Cassion both.
More roofs lay ahead, and he made a light jog across them, careful not to disturb any birds at rest, stopping and going back another route so he didn’t. Ae'garn did stop to smell the soup cooking from a chimney before carrying on, feeling a bit bad for intruding on someones dinner. Then he saw it, the biggest single adventure yet. He’d need Qylios and Cassion for this one, clearing his mind. It was a single ledge between two roofs, about 6 feet long. He put his tongue to his teeth and clicked them.
He wasn’t going slowly as he approached the ledge, trying to use nimble speed to get him further across. It did work for a short while, and he found his footing well, until about the fourth step where he slipped….
Catching the edge with his small hands, he felt a jolt on his wrists as they snatched him from a fall, now hanging from the roof ledge, his heart was beating a hundred miles an hour. “Umm well that could have gone better,”
spurred on when he realised Qylios and Cassion wouldn’t care if he failed, only that he tried, and gave it his best. Edging along the roof slowly, he reached the end, which was great, but how was he going to get up there?
Hnnnngggh he pulled once, Hnnnngggghhh he pulled again. Nope he couldn’t pull himself up from here, maybe if he kicked off that wall there, and put his arm like this, then twisted a bit… there we go! He got his elbow up, and yanked himself over, crawling up. Ae'garn tried to not show how afraid he had been, as Qylios wanted courage not fear. Maybe Qylios just wanted courage in the face of fear? Wiggling his nose, he brushed himself down, and made his way back to the priest, theocratic questions to be answered.