01-28-2022, 08:35 PM
Zot made his way up the steep hill toward the castle. Nervous butterflies were rioting in his stomach as he got closer. He was hauling all of his worldly possessions in a large sack slung over his shoulder. This was the beginning of a new future for him and he didn't want to blow it.
Up ahead he saw Cara, identifiable from her bow, speaking to four people waiting at the entrance. He straightened his shoulders, pulling his new black cloak tight around him to show that he was serious and trudged onward until it was his turn in front of the Founders.
He bowed low as he was taught by his father. "My name is Zoticus Greyweather. It is an honor to learn from your hands," he said politely as he straightened up. He was quite tall at six foot three inches so he easily peered over the lady's heads. He looked a little bashful as he spoke though, clearly not used to introducing himself this way.
Up ahead he saw Cara, identifiable from her bow, speaking to four people waiting at the entrance. He straightened his shoulders, pulling his new black cloak tight around him to show that he was serious and trudged onward until it was his turn in front of the Founders.
He bowed low as he was taught by his father. "My name is Zoticus Greyweather. It is an honor to learn from your hands," he said politely as he straightened up. He was quite tall at six foot three inches so he easily peered over the lady's heads. He looked a little bashful as he spoke though, clearly not used to introducing himself this way.
