(Finally can upload this, wow. The app was messing up. But uh, here's my attempt at writing when I don't usually do so. That is, I only write when I've written it in my head. Without that blueprint, I'm on my own. Note:Unedited of course and who cares if its good. Just practice.)
The gentle glow of Prospit dowsed Snefel in a golden tint. He sat in his bedroom, chained to the planet itself, and laid in the window sill. He didn't dare look at Skaia that night, unwilling to see what future lay ahead of him. Though Kaytho had demanded to hear his sights every time he woke up, Snefel was willing to disobey him if only to keep from witnessing his dearest friends dying again. Besides, he wouldn't dare lay a finger on the turquoise blood. Snefel was the only thing keeping him going at this point and his pathetic reason to keep going. Snefel shook his head and floated down to the planet. Carapacians waved to him as he made his quest downward, and he waved back to them. They were happy to see their Mage and he was happy in return.
(And that was something I wrote down pretty quick. Just to get started.)
