[center][h2][color=chocolate]Connor Bayer - Mountains[/color][/h2][@Solace][@Ambra][@Aquanthe][@FrostedCaramel][@LordVoldemort][/center][hr]

Six months of training had done a significant amount of good for Connor. He had tried his best to work his hardest every single day so that he never fell behind the others. He hadn't come without his problems, though. He was a lazy person unless he had motivation. Thankfully, Olivia committed to waking him up to make sure he arrived to breakfast or training on time. She'd actually been a great help to him, not only in waking him up. She'd successfully calmed him down several times when he'd nearly lost control of his admittedly short fuse during tense situations with Schulz and other cadets. In no way was he cured of his short temper, but with Olivia's help he'd learned to somewhat manage situations better. 

Aside from new friends, Connor had undergone plenty of physical growth. Aside from growing what he would swear was a full inch, he'd gained significant muscle on his body. What little fat he'd carried on his body when he'd arrived at training had slowly given way to tight, lean definition in his muscles. He'd had a tiny bit of slack in his uniform but now his arms filled his sleeves all the way and his broad shoulders allowed him to carry himself with both physical and mental confidence. Despite all the training, he still felt like he was going to die in that very moment.

Connor trudged through the snow, not bothering to keep his hands in his pockets. He couldn't feel them, anyway. He followed behind Gabriel's trail, the larger boy give a good breadth for the other cadets to be able to follow. Connor didn't have trouble keeping up with anyone, after all, stamina and speed were his highest qualities. What he did have trouble with, however, was the horrible chill of the wind and the snow. He wasn't a fan of the cold; not one bit.

He fixed his scarf to rest over his nose and mouth in a hopeless effort to block his face from going numb as well. He kept his face at a slight angle to use his hood as cover from the icy winds while still being able to see. He hiked his pack to a better resting place on his back and picked up his past, passing the other to catch up with Gabriel. 

He passed Emil, but quickly leaned over and said, [color=chocolate]"Great day for a jog, huh?"[/color] His mind briefly travelled back to the first day of training when the smaller boy had said the same thing to him on their fifteen mile run. He caught up to Gabriel and evened his pace with the taller boy, attempting to create a wider path to make it easier for the others to follow behind them. [color=chocolate]"Don't worry about me, man. I'm right here with you."[/color]