Summer Adams will lick your face. (asummersday) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-04 03:03:00 |
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WHO: Summer Adams and Thorin Oakenshield
WHEN: Early morning on the 4th
WHERE: The forest
WHAT: Summer goes out for a run and bumps into a dwarf... as you do.
RATING: TBD - Probably low
STATUS: In progress | Closed
Summer didn't like the cold weather. She never had. Luckily, for most of her life, Florida had made sure she didn't have to deal with it much. Still, the weather had changed here on the island recently and now the snow that was falling was because the temperature had dropped considerably. Even cold weather couldn't keep Summer cooped up, though. She had excess energy she needed to burn off, even if Erol had been helping with that a lot recently.
After pulling on jogging pants, sneakers, a vest and a hoodie, Summer headed out of the apartment buildings and began running through the city streets, heading towards the forest. She always prefered running among the trees, like she did when she was a wolf, if she had the choice and, luckily, she did here. At home, the reservation had been too far away from home for her to go there every time she'd felt like going for a jog but, here, the trees weren't far from the edge of the city.
The sun had only just come up and the tall buildings were still shadowing most of the streets Summer ran through. She knew the forest would be dark too, but that was a different type of dark. It was a leafy green, natural kind of dark which she liked being in. It felt like home, made even more so by the smell of the earth and moss growing in the dampness. Even the snow didn't make much of a mark on the forest floor where it was sheltered by the thick tangle of branches above.
As Summer made her way out of the city and into the beginnings of the forest, she slowed her pace a little to a steady, persistant but relaxed jog. She enjoyed being outside, even if she was wishing she'd brought her mittens with her. Her hood was up over her head, sheltering her from the worst of the snow, but she didn't bother pushing it down once she was under the protection of the trees. It really was cold out now. She wanted all the warmth she could get, especially as it was even colder the deeper she went into the forest, into the places where the baby rays of the sun couldn't reach. She definitely prefered Florida winters to these island winters, she decided, as she leaped over the body of a fallen tree.