Dragonwriter
First Post
Orion groans to wakefulness. The stinging strike on his foot reminds him of certain other priests when he was studying, not long ago. Though they never started so early, or with ice water… The young man stands and stretches a little. “Maybe letting my imagination just kill me would have been better,” he mumbles as he bends his knees slightly. He nods slightly. “Ready,” he says as he prepares for the run.