Encased in his room, there holds a familiar nothingness, so heavy it made one's
chest ache-- but in the fields, it was truly a musical. Most would say it was
redundant to suggest that nature possessed ˢ'ˡᵉⁿͨᵉ- crickets chirping, birds singing,
the crunching of leaves under his weight, even the wind's {gυѕтѕ} emitted a low
sound as it passed his very being. Oddly, it was яєƒяєѕнιηg, not enough to inspire
him to routinely rise from the comfort of his bed so early- but enough for him to take
a walk or two in between his sessions. The exception being his ORDER to the
pinkette the previous day, come to the training grounds at dawn, and make sure
you're prepped for battle. Nothing too suspicious about his statement, other than
the timing; if he could have it нιѕ way, the two would encounter at dusk- but his
ςυяισυѕ friend would ruin his chance, best to reschedule to where the blond was
still resting. Just on time, the others words reached his ears, leaving a foul taste
in his mouth. Rooting his heel into the earth, the prince turned his gaze to face
the knight.