Day 1.
I am tired of Prontera.
I think I should leave.
Someone is leaving.
Alone.
She is pretty.
---
Day 3.
She hasn't noticed me yet.
We have crossed through some fields near Prontera.
I think I am lost.
Better keep following her.
She is wearing some odd clothing I haven't seen before.
Might be some sort of dancer.
Heh. Dancer. Heh.
There is so much grass here.
I hate Prontera.
I like the Porings though.
---
Ericke opened his eyes, his arms and legs stiff. Wincing, he sat upright and stretched out limbs, pulling his arms straight next to his head as he yawned. A Poring bounced around restlessly next to him, glancing at the
Day 1.
I am tired of Prontera.
I think I should leave.
Someone is leaving.
Alone.
She is pretty.
---
Day 3.
She hasn't noticed me yet.
We have crossed through some fields near Prontera.
I think I am lost.
Better keep following her.
She is wearing some odd clothing I haven't seen before.
Might be some sort of dancer.
Heh. Dancer. Heh.
There is so much grass here.
I hate Prontera.
I like the Porings though.
---
Ericke opened his eyes, his arms and legs stiff. Wincing, he sat upright and stretched out limbs, pulling his arms straight next to his head as he yawned. A Poring bounced around restlessly next to him, glancing at the