flyingwaysofducks

It had been over a month since they had come to Bellmoril, and despite missing their home Tage had grown rather fond of the region, he dubbed the place always on fire due to the all of the red and orange leaves that covered nearly every brush and every tree. Even the large white trunk tree that lingered in the middle of Il'durahn looked as if it was lit aflame with its large pointed like leaves that stretched out over the city nearly covering it in an amber-like glow when the sun filtered through it. Really the kittom had anticipated it to be warmer but it was nearly perfect weather regardless of what time of the day it was as he weaved through the small street, students passed by holding books in their hands chatting excitedly about their studies on mana and of course Valo had easily been sucked into to it all. Tage adored his brother but never could quite grasp the whole point of studying and reading, what was the point of it, wasn’t it better to run around and do battle and find