Ivan walked through the strawberry fields, looking for sunflowers to carry around. Not that he expected to find any... but he did expect it, at the same time. He had his sword at his side, not that he actually ever used it, and his faucet-pipe in his hand.
He was thinking about prancing through sunflower fields, and really wished this camp had some. Guess not.
In his own mind, he saw himself smiling happily and walking gingerly through the fields, his dark blue eyes sparkling. When in reality, his smile was rather menacing, and he was walking in a proud and intimidating way.
The fact that he was alone was good, because there was no one around for him to hurt, or scare off of a cliff or something. He tapped his pipe on his side in an absent minded way. "Flower..." He muttered, continuing his search.
He was thinking about prancing through sunflower fields, and really wished this camp had some. Guess not.
In his own mind, he saw himself smiling happily and walking gingerly through the fields, his dark blue eyes sparkling. When in reality, his smile was rather menacing, and he was walking in a proud and intimidating way.
The fact that he was alone was good, because there was no one around for him to hurt, or scare off of a cliff or something. He tapped his pipe on his side in an absent minded way. "Flower..." He muttered, continuing his search.