ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ

Normal-Stressful Day

  

    Ripples of laughter came from the crowded saloon. Sat neatly on a barstool, the blacksmith drank some ale from a thick glass bottle. Singing bursted out from drunken men, arms locked around one another necks as they slung themselves around, howling out broken lyrics. Nathan, the blacksmith, was sharing a few drinks with a lanky man who had dark brown hair and the brightest green eyes to ever be seen. Antlers peeked from his hair, tufts of it poked out in mysterious ways. The guy to look around in his early 20's. "So wha'ya goin' to do, Nathen?" The deer person had an accent to him, a heavy british accent. The deer took a swig from rich beer served from the finest bar tender. Nathan shrugged, "Hell if I know, I have orders' piling in like crazy! I'm not some human, spittin', weaponry person. It doesn't take me like 3 seconds to make a weapon! People are too pushy now-in-days. I wish I could take a break." The deer had cocked his head, "Why not?" The brunette asked in curiosity. Nathan looked at his dear animal friend like he was out of his head, stupid. "I can't take a break from my job! I have request piled up and we don't have a lot of blacksmith around here!" He sighed and rubbed his swollen, tired eyes. "Sorry Mino, I didn't mean to yell at'cha." A sigh drifted from his lips. "I had a nice night talking to you, but I really need to catch an eye closer." He looked at his friend, Mino, who has just grinned in response to that. "Of course! Has' a nice nigh'!" He waved bye as the blacksmith staggered his way out, a hand relaxed on his throbbing forehead.

The sun now rising above trees and creating a beautiful palette color of different oranges and yellows flooded the morning sky. Leaning on a tree, biting into an apple to imprint her sharp canine teeth into the fruit, was the archer, Jasmine. After finishing the apple off with a few more chomps into the red, juicy fruit, she pulled her bow off from her back.She was leaning on a tree, a dingy target in front of her. Loading an arrow in the weapon, she aimed at the target. With ease, she released the tug she had with the arrow and string. The string whipped back into place. The arrow, in a rapid motion, was now stuck right in the red, center circle. The sound of a 'bunk' noise when the arrow came in contact with the strong material. She grinned ear-to-ear, proud of herself. A few claps soon came to hear when some people who were as well hitting targets saw. She bowed and chuckled lightly. She went over to the target, forcing the arrow out from the archery target. She placed it back in her quiver and started making her way out from practice area, hearing mummers from people as she passed. A proud grin sat on her pale face. She blew a strand of hair out from her face as she walked.

"Daniel!" An aggravated voice rung out. The man, who had oddly deformed legs, groaned. "Yes madam?" He asked, turning to face the rather short lady. "You have been falling behind in your training lately! Your hits are getting weak, you're failing at defending yourself against others very easily. What's going on with you? Last week you were doing just fine." She complained, obviously worried over the man. He sighed and ran his sharp-fingernails through his messy, brunette hair. "Nothing, I've been more tired than usual--"

"Then sleep."

Her brows were furrowed as she looked up at him. "You don't want to be sleeping on the battlefield, do ya? Get your guts merciless torn out from you, do you?" She threatened with a serious tone. Daniel rolled his grey-blue hues, "No miss." He sighed. "I swear ill sleep a lot better tonight." He looked down at her again. He gave her a goofy grin, only to make her groan. "Im being serious here Daniel." Sasha wagged a finger at him. "You come in here staggerin' and groaning, you're facing a very rough practice where you HAVE to be awake." She turned on her heels, "Good day, Daniel." Sasha adjusted her worthy badge on her chest, making her way out.

Daniel blew blueberries in annoyance, mocking her quietly. Sometimes he really thought he wasn't cut out for the whole fighting role, but, at the same time, he kinda did. He picked up his items, making his way out for the day.