Mytho (
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savetheearth2013-07-23 12:04 am
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Who: Siegfried, Maya and Arthur
What: Siegfried decides to take a risk. A really stupid risk.
When: 7/22
Where: Elledell college campus
There weren't too many students on campus over summer, despite the college's insistence that all students keep up their studies over the entire year, leaving an sort of odd emptiness to the dorms. It was something Siegfried didn't mind, often preferring the solitude where he was able to read his books in peace without interruptions.
It also meant that there were very few people around to comment on his habit of sitting on the open window sill, oblivious to how precarious the perch was.
This day, however, was a touch different. Not in that there were more people to peer up at the pale blond figure in the window, but in that said pale blond figure wasn't sitting on the cil.
He was standing on it, leaning out, one hand almost lazily on the window frame to balance his slight weight as he observed the tree not to far from his sight with an odd sort of calculating gleam.
It wasn't that far... and it would be a long walk down the three flights to climb back up it...
Mind made up, he moved back inside, taking a few steps back to the far side of his room, face a mask of concentration before making a dash for the open window, bare feet hitting the cil just barely to launch him into the air as he reached out to grab for the trunk as he flew towards it.
...But in the end... it wasn't close enough, and his questing fingers only scratched at the trunk before he began to plummet.
What: Siegfried decides to take a risk. A really stupid risk.
When: 7/22
Where: Elledell college campus
There weren't too many students on campus over summer, despite the college's insistence that all students keep up their studies over the entire year, leaving an sort of odd emptiness to the dorms. It was something Siegfried didn't mind, often preferring the solitude where he was able to read his books in peace without interruptions.
It also meant that there were very few people around to comment on his habit of sitting on the open window sill, oblivious to how precarious the perch was.
This day, however, was a touch different. Not in that there were more people to peer up at the pale blond figure in the window, but in that said pale blond figure wasn't sitting on the cil.
He was standing on it, leaning out, one hand almost lazily on the window frame to balance his slight weight as he observed the tree not to far from his sight with an odd sort of calculating gleam.
It wasn't that far... and it would be a long walk down the three flights to climb back up it...
Mind made up, he moved back inside, taking a few steps back to the far side of his room, face a mask of concentration before making a dash for the open window, bare feet hitting the cil just barely to launch him into the air as he reached out to grab for the trunk as he flew towards it.
...But in the end... it wasn't close enough, and his questing fingers only scratched at the trunk before he began to plummet.
