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Accidental Video
Jan. 16th, 2011 02:13 pm-=The aftermath of the snowball war is apparent everywhere. Trampled snow, destroyed forts, knocked over building debris and trees...
But one tree stands alone. And Hawke's there, busily carving names in the highest portions of the trunk, letting them winding down towards the base by the snow trampled ground.
He's currently working on his own name, a design of swirls and points in a language that no one would really know here. It's his full name, a name that he has revealed to no one here, not even lovers. Hawke takes his time, brushing off bits of bark here and there. When he's finally done, he sighs softly, touching the markings longingly. A moment later he pulls his cloak closer to his body and continues on with the work. He must have been out there for a while now, since he's wearing a heaving cloth around his waist that's down to his ankles, a tunic and the cloak.=-
But one tree stands alone. And Hawke's there, busily carving names in the highest portions of the trunk, letting them winding down towards the base by the snow trampled ground.
He's currently working on his own name, a design of swirls and points in a language that no one would really know here. It's his full name, a name that he has revealed to no one here, not even lovers. Hawke takes his time, brushing off bits of bark here and there. When he's finally done, he sighs softly, touching the markings longingly. A moment later he pulls his cloak closer to his body and continues on with the work. He must have been out there for a while now, since he's wearing a heaving cloth around his waist that's down to his ankles, a tunic and the cloak.=-
