Looking back and forth a warm lounge and the door out he would have to let out a sigh in the middle of his struggling debate. So cold out and yet, winter's a beautiful thing. Some cold would have to be tolerated in order to experience the the great sights that the lands have to offer. Dark smiled to the door, walking by a mirrorized instrument of a pearlish white. A light jacket thrown on that was much more weather-durable than it lead on, he gave a tug to his prs custom 22/12's guitar strap and there neck down strapped to his back it wasn't going anywhere. Walking over to his white washburn, yet another of his guitars, he cradled it to a spot atop his shoulder and was out the door, the cold wind upon him and a beautiful walk infront of him.
The great distinguishing moment between a normal walk and "his" walk was his smile, and the music that went along with it. One of the truly amazing things of being an electrolyte he snapped his fingers over his shoulder that caused the friction into each individual wave of his fingerprints making a thousand different wavelines down to the instrument's strings. The energy seemed to long there, and hitting his strings making a beautiful effect to walk to. Snowflakes delicately kissing him and his instruments he grinned with his free worked arm slipping down into a jacket pocket. The squishing of snow's clutch to the land went on as he walked the way he knew from directions he had gotten and compared from a few different people. He almost laughed overlooking a cave now, and played a very loud lick.
"Hey Icer!! Wake up old girl!" Dark yelled happily, grinning all the while waiting to see just what kinda reaction he'd get out of that cave.
The great distinguishing moment between a normal walk and "his" walk was his smile, and the music that went along with it. One of the truly amazing things of being an electrolyte he snapped his fingers over his shoulder that caused the friction into each individual wave of his fingerprints making a thousand different wavelines down to the instrument's strings. The energy seemed to long there, and hitting his strings making a beautiful effect to walk to. Snowflakes delicately kissing him and his instruments he grinned with his free worked arm slipping down into a jacket pocket. The squishing of snow's clutch to the land went on as he walked the way he knew from directions he had gotten and compared from a few different people. He almost laughed overlooking a cave now, and played a very loud lick.
"Hey Icer!! Wake up old girl!" Dark yelled happily, grinning all the while waiting to see just what kinda reaction he'd get out of that cave.