Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2016 23:49:28 GMT -5
Around two months had passed since Mason arrived at Foresta Academy, and still, there were many places and areas he had yet to explore. This Saturday morning had been set for exploration. He knew he had to practice some forms, and spar a little to keep up with his work, but a couple weeks around he heard about a lake within the forest, and it had peaked his interest highly. This was the first Saturday since first hearing it that he had time off and he was determined to use it.
It was a very warm spring day. Summer had practically arrived, and the air was hot and humid. Even packing the rest of his gear for the day into his bag, he knew that he would be hit by a wave of sticky air. It didn't bother him though, as the summer heat filled him with a happy energy. Being the fashion diva—as his friends like to tease—he was, Mason looked into his full body wall mirror on last time. Lupo sat at the door, whining quietly as the door was the only thing stopping him from the outside. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" he said, looking to make sure he was happy with his outfit.
He wore a casual attire, but as always, it was quite fashionable. He donned a pair of white low top canvas sneakers (sock less), a pair of light brown chino shorts rested just above the knees, and a simple navy blue tank top that didn't hug his body, but wasn't baggy either. Like most of his outfits, he worn a number of accessories to accent them. In this case, he had a pair of square framed aviators, and ring necklace that rested in the middle of his chest (just above the tank top cut), and a red and blue stripped canvas watch on his left wrist.
Satisfied with his look, Mason swung his backpack over his shoulders, his staff strapped onto the side in a similar fashion that a skateboard might be, and set off. The two curious adventurers set off for the forest at once. He had been sure to check with classmates as to the location of the lake. It seems that though there was, indeed a path, it was easy to get lost if not paying attention. Of course, how could the two of them pay attention when even the forest was distracting in its beauty. The forest felt spiritually charged, and Mason could feel the vibrate life energy of the forest as they walked. "We may be lost Lup," he said to the dog checking his watch. "We've been walking for almost an hour, and we should have been there by now." The dog barked before he starting sniff the air. "Wait here, I'll find check," Mason told his dog. The large beast sits down and stares at Mason, who puts his bag beside him to guard.
Mason crouches down and jumps, using his abilities to push him high and lightly in the air. He lands on one of the bottom branches, which was at least six or seven feet high from these ancient trees. Effortlessly, he hops between branches and trees until he reaches the top to survey the land. "There!" he thinks excitedly as he sees a large lake only a couple hundred of feet away. As easily as he made his way up, Mason makes his way down the trees, and lands, with a small gust that ruffles Lupo's coat, with a smile. He barks once, wagging his tail. "Race you!" he says, picking up his sack and bolting towards the direction of the lake, the dog following him! In a couple minutes, the pair reach a clearing in the trees, opening up to a vastly large and brilliant coloured lake.
It was vacant, or at least the stretch of area they were in on either side. The lakeshore was a mix of rock, sand, and grasses. Mason drops his bag and opens the biggest pouch. He lays his towel on the sand as the dog moves to the water to drink. With no one around, Mason changes into a pair of swim trunks—black Diesel truck that rest on his hips, the cut stopping before just before the reach of his hands resting at his side.
It was a very warm spring day. Summer had practically arrived, and the air was hot and humid. Even packing the rest of his gear for the day into his bag, he knew that he would be hit by a wave of sticky air. It didn't bother him though, as the summer heat filled him with a happy energy. Being the fashion diva—as his friends like to tease—he was, Mason looked into his full body wall mirror on last time. Lupo sat at the door, whining quietly as the door was the only thing stopping him from the outside. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" he said, looking to make sure he was happy with his outfit.
He wore a casual attire, but as always, it was quite fashionable. He donned a pair of white low top canvas sneakers (sock less), a pair of light brown chino shorts rested just above the knees, and a simple navy blue tank top that didn't hug his body, but wasn't baggy either. Like most of his outfits, he worn a number of accessories to accent them. In this case, he had a pair of square framed aviators, and ring necklace that rested in the middle of his chest (just above the tank top cut), and a red and blue stripped canvas watch on his left wrist.
Satisfied with his look, Mason swung his backpack over his shoulders, his staff strapped onto the side in a similar fashion that a skateboard might be, and set off. The two curious adventurers set off for the forest at once. He had been sure to check with classmates as to the location of the lake. It seems that though there was, indeed a path, it was easy to get lost if not paying attention. Of course, how could the two of them pay attention when even the forest was distracting in its beauty. The forest felt spiritually charged, and Mason could feel the vibrate life energy of the forest as they walked. "We may be lost Lup," he said to the dog checking his watch. "We've been walking for almost an hour, and we should have been there by now." The dog barked before he starting sniff the air. "Wait here, I'll find check," Mason told his dog. The large beast sits down and stares at Mason, who puts his bag beside him to guard.
Mason crouches down and jumps, using his abilities to push him high and lightly in the air. He lands on one of the bottom branches, which was at least six or seven feet high from these ancient trees. Effortlessly, he hops between branches and trees until he reaches the top to survey the land. "There!" he thinks excitedly as he sees a large lake only a couple hundred of feet away. As easily as he made his way up, Mason makes his way down the trees, and lands, with a small gust that ruffles Lupo's coat, with a smile. He barks once, wagging his tail. "Race you!" he says, picking up his sack and bolting towards the direction of the lake, the dog following him! In a couple minutes, the pair reach a clearing in the trees, opening up to a vastly large and brilliant coloured lake.
It was vacant, or at least the stretch of area they were in on either side. The lakeshore was a mix of rock, sand, and grasses. Mason drops his bag and opens the biggest pouch. He lays his towel on the sand as the dog moves to the water to drink. With no one around, Mason changes into a pair of swim trunks—black Diesel truck that rest on his hips, the cut stopping before just before the reach of his hands resting at his side.