I will be...after all the "training" business

Miles squinted against the intense sunlight that somehow filtered through the trees, how he didn't know. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, just looking to decide which deer trail to take further into wherever he was. He jumped, startled nearly to his wits end when he heard a bird begin to sing from what seemed like the tree to his left, but when he looked he saw that it was quite a ways away. The bright red bird must have felt Miles' awkward gaze pass over him, because he instantly took off and flew deeper into the trees.

The sensory overload was going to be the end of him, Miles knew. He couldn't handle all the constant stimuli he was so unaccustomed to. He'd be jolted out of the mind-boggling that afforded him at least some semblance of rest at the most minute fragment of sunlight, or a frog croaking, or any number of other things. And then there was the food. He still had plenty of it left, because he could barely stomach it. The bread was too dry, the jerkey too...ruined. That dried sickly "piece" of meat was almost an affront to his over-abundant senses, to call it food was just foolish.

But far and above all the other annoyances and hardships, was of course the fact that he had no cursed idea where he was going! "North, or West Miles?" He'd often ask himself as if it mattered. Directions didn't exist when they weren't pointing you to a destination.

He kept walking and examing the trees and shrubs he passed for the rest of the afternoon and made an much-too-early camp on a low rise that was mostly devoid of trees, just for a change of evening scenery. He sat with what must have been the smallest cookfire in known existence and made a thin soup out of the "meat" he had and some random shrubs that smelled reminiscent of his father's kitchen.

Eating his meager meal, and grateful that the sun was beginning to set, and so might the throbbing in his head, he waited for something as yet unknown.

For the last few days the weather had been relatively mild, thank the Light, or else the simple bedroll Miles had would have done next to nothing to shield him from the elements. Still though, without a proper shelter, the icy morning dew had given him quite a few chills. After trekking mindlessly west-northwest for what seemed like ages, Miles decided finally to take a day off and give his aching muscles a much needed respite. He walked for about 2 hours or so until he found a suitable tree, with lush grass underfoot. Hanging his over-sized pack from a low-hanging branch, he rummaged through it and pulled out a book at random. This book must have been quite old, and surprisingly (for his father's collection) relatively unloved, as it's leather cover was cracked and peeling. There was no title on the cover, just the House of Delling's crest in crumbled gold. He opened the book and drowsily leafed through the first couple pages before realizing it was a collection of family journals.

As he read boring stories of surprisingly good hunts, births, death's marriages, and family feuds, he slowly fell asleep. In his dream he was still reading the book when a tiny wolf pup ran into the clearing and stopped suddenly, as if surprised to see him. They exchanged glances as the pup sniffed at him from afar. All of a sudden the pup made a joyful leap into the air and seemed to skip up to him and spoke, "Two come for you, Thirdeye."

Puzzled Miles responded, "Two what...and what did you call me?"

"Two of you, come soon. Thirdeye, your ..." It was then that Miles was woken by his pack landing on his head as the branch it hung from snapped like tinder. The confused and no long drowsy young man shook his head, gathered his things back together, "enjoyed" a rock-hard roll and began walking again. Making his miniature camp each night had become habit at this point, and he repeated the ritual this evening under some low-hanging branches, which should offer some form of shelter for him, if not much.

I was actually JUST having a chat with my friend about Cataclysm...and we're not sure if we're gonna keep playing. We've been off the warcrack for a month or 2, and this is not making us miss it lol.

My friend at Barnes and Noble confirmed 10-27 for me yesterday when I pre-ordered. so yay for something not being released late for once!

Now if only Blizzard could pull that off...

Really Winter? I'm sorry, but i'll have to return that "favor" sometime...gr...

Ty sir

oh i know, it's quite the pisser.

I'll be sure to do something about it, sometime.  ???

ugh, how did i know you were going to say that?

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thanks guys (and ladies), and owen that's awkward because i believe thats exactly where i left off last time... some about some sort of plaid party?  ;D