Post by Mikala Palakiko on Oct 14, 2018 23:30:18 GMT -8
Mika would never go as far as to say that he was feeling homesick. Not when he'd been home not too long ago, even if his return had been sooner than expected. However, he was missing the salty air of the beach, and the freedom of the waves.
He'd caught a ride into the township, a small attempt to escape the confines of campus for a while, and had walked down to the reserve. The one thing he could say for Kentucky, was that at least it was beautiful in all it's autumnal splendor, and he admired the many different colours on the trees as he walked down a path.
Spotting some acorns lying on the grass, it made him think of the games of golf that his father seemed to enjoy so much, and after looking around for a bit, he found a sturdy stick on the ground, one that was long enough to swish through the grass without having to bend over too much and he set about gathering a small pile of acorns. Of course, the were a sight smaller than a golf ball, so he sat a pile of them on the ground. After a quick glance around to make sure that no one was in the close vacinity of his game and he pulled the stick back. "Four!" He called as the stick thwacked against the pile of acorns, sending a few of them flying through the air at a far greater speed than he had expected.
He'd caught a ride into the township, a small attempt to escape the confines of campus for a while, and had walked down to the reserve. The one thing he could say for Kentucky, was that at least it was beautiful in all it's autumnal splendor, and he admired the many different colours on the trees as he walked down a path.
Spotting some acorns lying on the grass, it made him think of the games of golf that his father seemed to enjoy so much, and after looking around for a bit, he found a sturdy stick on the ground, one that was long enough to swish through the grass without having to bend over too much and he set about gathering a small pile of acorns. Of course, the were a sight smaller than a golf ball, so he sat a pile of them on the ground. After a quick glance around to make sure that no one was in the close vacinity of his game and he pulled the stick back. "Four!" He called as the stick thwacked against the pile of acorns, sending a few of them flying through the air at a far greater speed than he had expected.