Post by Cassius Auron on Feb 10, 2020 14:27:58 GMT
Cassius wasn't really one for recreation, if he was being honest. While his father meant well, he had taught him from a young age to work, work and work if he was to attain his goals. And that was what Cassius had done for most of his life. Train hard, work hard, fight hard. But there came a day where Cassius had worked himself to exhaustion, and his dear old dad had taken him aside to tell him that once in awhile, it was okay to do something else for a change. Recharge his batteries, he told him, when he needed to. Doing so meant he could fight harder later.
This... Was still a lesson he was having a hard time sticking to.
His father fished a lot. At first he had just assumed that he did so in order to ensure their food supply never ran dry, seeing as they were constantly on the road. But he did it so often, sometimes so often beyond necessity... That he began to suspect he enjoyed it. That it relaxed him. He never said it aloud, but he did often invite his son to join him on them. Perhaps he was a bit "home" sick, but... A day came at the Monastery where Cassius just felt run down. He had never quite applied the lesson that his father had imparted on him, and while before he had his father to keep him in check, now he was on his own and completely free to run himself into the ground without his father there to ensure he took a break. This was now beginning to take its toll.
Whatever the reason though, he had run himself down so much that even Cassius could admit he needed to take a break. A short one, he told himself. But what? He wasn't sure at first, but eventually the thought of fishing came to him. Sure, he could eat what he caught, but... Deep down he knew that he was both run down, and homesick. He had never been away from his father and their travels for this long since he had started as a mercenary. So essentially, not since he was a kid.
But when he plopped down near the pond and casted his line, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic. He felt... Almost relaxed. Almost being the keyword. He couldn't help but keep staring at the line impatiently. His father had taught him he needed to be patient in fishing but... It was almost like he was projecting his impatience to get back to his father on the line at that moment. Just glaring at it unwaveringly, as if doing so might cause it to either catch a fish already, or just burst into flame.
This... Was still a lesson he was having a hard time sticking to.
His father fished a lot. At first he had just assumed that he did so in order to ensure their food supply never ran dry, seeing as they were constantly on the road. But he did it so often, sometimes so often beyond necessity... That he began to suspect he enjoyed it. That it relaxed him. He never said it aloud, but he did often invite his son to join him on them. Perhaps he was a bit "home" sick, but... A day came at the Monastery where Cassius just felt run down. He had never quite applied the lesson that his father had imparted on him, and while before he had his father to keep him in check, now he was on his own and completely free to run himself into the ground without his father there to ensure he took a break. This was now beginning to take its toll.
Whatever the reason though, he had run himself down so much that even Cassius could admit he needed to take a break. A short one, he told himself. But what? He wasn't sure at first, but eventually the thought of fishing came to him. Sure, he could eat what he caught, but... Deep down he knew that he was both run down, and homesick. He had never been away from his father and their travels for this long since he had started as a mercenary. So essentially, not since he was a kid.
But when he plopped down near the pond and casted his line, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic. He felt... Almost relaxed. Almost being the keyword. He couldn't help but keep staring at the line impatiently. His father had taught him he needed to be patient in fishing but... It was almost like he was projecting his impatience to get back to his father on the line at that moment. Just glaring at it unwaveringly, as if doing so might cause it to either catch a fish already, or just burst into flame.