Post by Aravind Shiyal on Mar 22, 2011 15:17:03 GMT -5
Professor Shiyal stood at the marked path, leaning casually against one of the larger maples. There was a woven basket on the ground next to him, containing several terracotta objects in flower and bird shapes. Leaning up against it was a long reed with several holes drilled in it. He was whistling softly under his breath, dressed in his usual attire - earth-tones, practical, and lightweight.
Watching the clouds roll by, he waited for the class to arrive.
[OOC: Kids arriving last time was problematic - in game, once they're down the trail, they'd be mostly out of sight and hard to find or catch up with. But on the other hand, in a forum-style game it's pretty hard to determine times like that. So we'll play fast and loose with the time - if you miss the entrance to the trail, just post a parenthetical note with your introduction, if necessary, and we'll assume you were incorporated with minimal issues. Sound good?]
Watching the clouds roll by, he waited for the class to arrive.
[OOC: Kids arriving last time was problematic - in game, once they're down the trail, they'd be mostly out of sight and hard to find or catch up with. But on the other hand, in a forum-style game it's pretty hard to determine times like that. So we'll play fast and loose with the time - if you miss the entrance to the trail, just post a parenthetical note with your introduction, if necessary, and we'll assume you were incorporated with minimal issues. Sound good?]