Open Starter “First Encounters”
Autumn had long last made its decent. The tree leaves are in an array of reds, golds and browns.
Chion could remember many a time, walking along the banks of that river he was so fond of. Basking in the sunlight and embracing the solitude. To be one with only he and Mother Nature. Smells of fall linger around, as he makes way through the town. Pumpkin and ginger. While he did not care, for supply runs typically (the perks of being a lowly cadet), he did enjoy the walk.
And a chance, for his mare to stretch her legs. A rather beautiful one by the name of Visare. She’s the only one in truth, whom trusted him after a series of bad owners. No one else could tame her.
Tying her to her post, feeding a sugar cube he smiled faint as she ate from his hand, thus taking a look around at the various shops or stalls.











