Trephas walked out into the lawn. He was discharged of the hospital wing, and his wound was healed, except for ugly scar, but it no longer hurt. In his hands he juggled, a red, green and blue ball, but this time he had a fourth, a orange one, and he juggled wonderfully. While he concentrated on this, Jerith his cousin came up, and watched, amazed at how well his cousin was.
Trephas stopped managing to catch all the balls before they fall. He smirked, noticing Jerith, that was way he stopped.
"Hullo, Jerith." He said, smirking, then, threw three of the colorful balls at his cousin who caught them, and started juggling, a little clumsy at first, then got a little better, because had learned from Trephas how to do so a long time ago.
Trephas then, pulled out a pink, another blue ball out, already holding a orange one, and then started to juggle more.
Trephas stopped managing to catch all the balls before they fall. He smirked, noticing Jerith, that was way he stopped.
"Hullo, Jerith." He said, smirking, then, threw three of the colorful balls at his cousin who caught them, and started juggling, a little clumsy at first, then got a little better, because had learned from Trephas how to do so a long time ago.
Trephas then, pulled out a pink, another blue ball out, already holding a orange one, and then started to juggle more.