Falling like ashes to the ground

There was a part of him that was eager to get out of Arlathan and back to Antiva City. There were certain things going on with Aethra, that caused him to worry about her. Granted then he cursed himself for worrying about someone. It wasn’t like he’d gotten Aethra in that position, why should he worry or care.

Probably shouldn’t even bother going back, nope probably should get the fuck out of Antiva while the getting was good. He sighed and took a drag on the pipe. Trying to push all those thoughts out of his conflicted mind. Then he chuckled at the idea of going around climbing trees.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, if given the choice between surviving by hiding up in a tree or getting a sword to the gut, I’ll take the tree every time. He hesitated, he didn’t like admitting he had a weakness, that weakness being heights in this particular instance, and it wasn’t like he was a klutz, despite his large size he was quite light on his feet, but he still feared falling. He shrugged.

I just prefer having my two feet on solid ground. He looked up at the tree briefly, then took another drag off his pipe and shook the thoughts out of his mind, or at least pushed them to the back of his mind. Of course, the fact that he was a large guy, also meant that if he did climb a tree he’d have to be way more careful of what branches he chose, being that branches that would hold someone else’s weight, might not support his weight as easily.