[center][h3]Forrest Everfree [/h3][/center]

Forrest couldn't help but grin when the giant guard, Gaius started to berate him, it was so much fun to torment the ol' tin can when ever he gets into trouble it kind of became its own game of causal annoyance. Suddenly the tight grip on his hand loosen and it limply fell to the ground, which caused Forrest to winch and look up at Gaius with a raised eyebrow, he then lectured that he will not carry his sorry ass down to the Prison, luckily for Forrest his ass wasn't sorry and he could just return to Tiffany and take the candy that's problaly in the trash since he got his greasy hands on it. And amusingly enough Gaius tried to intimidate him with the topic of the other guards, who are honestly only half as amusing as Gaius and all of who have sticks up their butts, heck Forrest always assume that if they don't have their swords they just beat people to death with their butt sticks. Heh, butt sticks.

Forrest was interrupted of his important thoughts about the might weapons of Heron when a kid flew far to low and almost knocked off the Giant's head, which Forrest always assumed was his helmet since he never seen him without it, even if he was standing up, Forrest wouldn't be worried about being hit by low flyers, by the time they could land on him they would already be on the ground. What he was saying is, he's short. 

Forrest snickered softly as he watches the Giant go onto his hands and knees to dodge the kid's glider, which honestly was a nice stance to see the guard in. Very humorous to see. Forrest finally got up from his Rag-doll routine and dusted off any dirt that accumulated from the dragging and spontious show. Gaius stood up himself, it was always jarring how tall the guard was compared to him, as he was reached slightly below Gaius' shoulders, even though the latter isn't that much older then the former but from height alone the thief would look like a kid compare to the giant. Gaius quibbled saying that at least Forrest isn't dangerous like that kid was, was that kid's again? Elle? Ellie? Eli, that's it. But the subject matter was that if Forrest ever reached that level of inconvenience Gaius would gladly throw him in jail, which caused Forrest to glare and stick out his tongue at him childishly before running off to the opposite direction.

After a few minutes of sneaking past suspicious glares from both patrons and customers in the market place he went past the regular old apothecary he visits whenever he gets hurt with a cut or something, and he quickly walked past a pair of kids talking to each other. Not far past them was a cliff to the side that has a long drop to a lower island that leads towards the Library a place he likes to hang out when not hanging out at home or 'collecting' loose items that people drop at the market place. 

Forrest took a deep breath and readied himself then he suddenly started sprinting to the cliff and at the last second he jumped off with full force to cross the distance of the two islands, as Forrest was hurtling across the air he could hear the relaxing sound of the wind running though his ears and his full pockets rattling as gravity did it's job, it was like nirvana to be falling out of the sky without a glider but like all good dreams, they have to end, particularly this dream, due to the fact that the ground was coming at him at break neck speeds quite literally the case if he doesn't land it properly. Luckily for him he has landed this a hundred times and he will do it another hundred more. There is a tree a few dozen meter above the ground on the side of the cliff that is strong enough to hold his weight and not just that it is bendy enough to make him land safely and with only a few splinters and a couple cuts, which is a lot better deal then a few broken limbs and bones. But you must asking. Why? Why does he do this? And why he does it you will know. Its fun. That's all.

And he does just that, he wrapped his arm around the trees thin trunk and the tree bends downwards to the ground to catch his weight and when its practically bending at a 90 degree angle, Forrest let go and after a short drop of five feet he made it safely to the other island without a glider or a cable car. Only with a bunch of bravery and a dash of stupidity. Well maybe more like a cup of stupidity, but now it's time to hang out at the library, which is only a few meters away from his current location of an angry gardener's back yard. How does he know the gardener angry? Well... she's screaming at him to get lost before she gets the guards, which Forrest promptly does. To the Library. Which is not a few hundred feet away. This plan is not well thought out.