Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141106144243/@comment-24449631-20141114134743

(Well... I just did a very poor exam, and feel like shit. I'm contemplating whether or not I should keep going to university, at least for now.)

Rowan was practising his sword skills just outside the house. They lived in the somewhat quieter part of the city so there was no one gawping or in the way.

The nord imagined the bales of straw to be his enemies and yelled somewhat as he cut deeply in the soft blocks. Quickly pulling his sword back and pretending to brace for a counter attack with his shield held high. Repeat.

With every swing, some of the snow that had gathered on the bales powderised along with some dust of the dry grass itself.

Yes, it had snowed, but not as firmly as it would have in Northern Skyrim. Winterhold would probably be completely packed under snow by now, and not because of some magical experiment gone awry.

"Da?" a high voice sounded quizative behind him.

Rowan turned while he let out a sort of nasally "hmm?" that warmed the now bushy moustache that adorned his upperlip.

"Yes, what is it Fridrik?" He looked down with a smile at his boy, packed warmly under a cape of deer hide.

"Are we going out city for to gather firewood?" The little man sounded honest and hopeful.

Rowan sighed.

"Outside is much too dangerous, my boy. Your mother would have my hide if she'd know I'd let you tag along."

"But Ma's asleep at the moment!" The 4 year old plead, hoping it would change things.

"No Fridrik." Rowan added some gravitas to his voice, showing that he was serious.

The little man's hopeful smile turned sour as he now lowered his head and started making circles in the snow with his foot.

"But..."

"I said 'no' Fridrik." Rowan remained firm.

"But I've never been outside before! We don't have to go far! I mean we can."

"Didn't you hear me." The tall nord said as he stuck his sword in the bale of straw and walked towards his son, kneeling down next to him.

"It's too dangerous! There's thieves and... Bandits out there."

"You always say that! And you even promised!" his son sighed, trying to be rational now.

"That was before I knew it was so dangerous outside." Rowan started to get irritated. He had to understand it isn't safe.

Fridrik started to get accusive now.

"But YOU always go outside, why you always go when not safe!" He crossed his little arms.

"Because... I can fight them if I have to."

"I can fight too! I'm strong too! I can even beat you!" he referred to the times they'd play on the carpet next to the fire and Rowan would pretend to be a troll or some other monster Fridrik would slay.

It caused his father to let out a small laugh as he found it to be quit ludicrous.

"You don't believe me do you!"

"You'll see!" Fridrik said with anger and stormed back inside the house.

Rowan sighed.

"kids..."

He then turned back to the bale of straw and pulled his sword out.