#greenwoodstarter

[max-the-nymph]

Max had been running around campus like a chicken without a head, careful to avoid any of the sporting grounds - he had managed to miss his second soccer training that week, and was not planning on getting caught slacking off. Heading back to his room seemed like a valuable option about now, but besides being terribly lost, he also didn’t feel like throwing himself into studying. 

He summoned up all his courage to ask some for direction. “Say, if I go right here, do I end up at the sporting fields or the house. I’m pretty sure I made a wrong turn some three trees back, but I can’t remember which wrong turn.” 

[shanhighwater-blog]

Sunrise Run | An open para

It was 4 in the morning - which was considered an ungodly hour to wake up at - but for Shan Highwater, it was the perfect time to rise. For this lady, every morning starts with a morning jog (read: run) and of course, the anticipation for the sunrise at her favorite spot. The cool morning breeze touched her skin as soon as she left the Redbury house. There was no need for her to use a portable media player as symphonies of early morning birds followed her everywhere, filling her ears with soothing lullabies. It was as if the birds’ music was a prelude, a welcoming gesture of nature to the first morning of summer.

The caelestis felt invincible - it was as if her limbs were not aching from hours of running and walking. After an hour of cardio workout, Shan decided to end the session with a cooldown and then sat on a nearby bench, waiting for the morning sun to peak over the horizon. “Ah, this is going to be a great day.” She declared in a perky voice, not realizing she was no longer alone.

[florawhitehorn-blog]

“Not to interrupt your focus, but do you mind if I move your stuff a little. All other tables are taken up.” 

[king-ofjace-blog]

“Oh yeah, that’s a great one!”

[jadednorwood-blog]

daydreams and desires

Jade and OPEN

Jade wasn’t listening to the nagging voices inside her head. She wasn’t listening to the rational thoughts that told her she was clearly overworking herself. Her textbook lay open before her, her concentration on the glass that she had been trying to transform. Or at least make it move, slower than the few hundred attempts before this. This time, it wasn’t even working. The glass shook a little and stopped, and the girl dropped her shoulders. 

“Shit.” As she kicked the grass under her feet in dejection. Three years of intense practise, and Jade still had no control. She was great at beating the everloving life out of a boxing bag, but somehow she couldn’t even move glasses. Sitting down on the grass, the brunette was disappointed in herself; she found herself brewing in what her brother called ‘self pity’. Fuck. “And what can I do you for, stranger?” 

[zoey-pearson-blog]

Interruptions

Her attention to those around her was minimal as she stretched outside Chanler House. Most were either inside doing work or off being social--and not the fun kind of social. After receiving another call from her father, Zoey needed to release some of her frustration and energy. Stretching an arm behind her, she took a breath in. There was very little that could pull her from her centered focus...except when something came flying just past her ear. 

With her heightened senses, the Caelestis had a better self awareness than many believed. She’d been trained since birth that way. It was that hardened raising that made her stop her foot down on whatever had been thrown her way, crushing it into the soil. “You need better aim.” Her foot returned to its prior position and she closed her eyes as she began a warm up to her training.