[color=springgreen]Sinys: His room.[/color]

The air itself had tasted stale as he breathed in the dankness from his sweat in the air. Unsatisfied with himself as ever his morning ritual turned into a struggle to continue through the day. It had been continuing for the past two weeks with little rest other than what classes he actually attended. In his arrogance he did not see why he had to be there when his father's murderer still breathed. However he had currently been working on his fourth full itteration of the forms he normally only did twice. He decided to double his workout wanting more results than what he had already, and for now his youthful body was allowing it. Signs that most people would recognize in the mirror easily passed right over his head. 

Perhaps he intentionally avoided other sentient beings for the fear of hearing such things. Now was not the time for rest, the lull held no promises for peace. The things he valued most in his forms was the flexibility it gave him. No matter how he moved it had stretched his muscles that he didn't know existed previously, and toned him from the constant motion and weight shift. On his last stance he faultered stumbleing as his foot touched the floor remembering the blunders he made on the battle feild past. The exsessive blood spilt on that Cosh, and of course speaking out of place to a stranger. It was funny to him. for the first time he felt comfortable to speak to a stranger. He reflected the latter subject and decided that it was not so much as comfortable as his lips had loosened in the heat of the battle. The thought made him consider the things that could be given to enemies if he chose to follow the feeling again. Not that he knew anything, in fact he fear what he didn't know more. Slowly he took off the weights he placed on his wrists and ankles sighing heavily as they hit the floor with an obnoxious thump. He really didn't want to think of how heavy they were. His body didn't seem to care as it informed him that each weighed about fourteen pounds of dead iron.

Making his way to the door a little sorely he pulled up his robe over his thin but ropey muscles. When he closed the door he did not worry about blowing out a candle. Closing the door he began to walk down the hall following his nose to the kitchen, something delicious was being made and he couldn't remember his last warm meal. His head felt a little light as he traveresed slower and slower to his destination. Eventually he took a knee and rested for the time being. He evened out his breathing carefully and stood when he was ready.

A thought invaded his mind before actually entering the kitchen, he took a strip of cloth and tied it over his eyes. It had been one thing to be around mages whom get to see the extra ordinary. The concept of disturbing a poor cook creeped up on him quickly. He wondered why he thought of doing just such. He had always considered his village to be ingorant of the needs of a blind person, this thought presenting itself to him brought on just one more. So far not too many people seemed to think he was blind here, at first. So he tried making it a little more obvious. Leaving his home had most certainlty been a double edged sword. His weapon was cutting him from inexperiance of this world. 

Stepping into the kitchen Sinys began hunting for food, mostly fruit, bread, soup and vegtables. He knew that he was in need of real sustenence, for now his mood for meat out weighed what he was finding. His nerves were on end with the thought of flying kitchen knives being pointed at him without his knowledge. The thought was ridiculous but it still sat in the back corner of his mind screaming assurance. He had heard of such things by word of mouth. That kind of information isn't to be trusted. During the search for food he made a very rough map of the kitchen in his mind. Each solid surface traced with his bubble, anything moving outside of his range before he got around would remain hidden. There was also the smell of food masking most of his nose power, he had a love hate relationship with the thought.