Skating.
A beautiful sport that has the player moves quickly and elegantly. They need perfect hand and feet coordination.
'Hey you!'
A blurry figure shoots away up the road at lightning speed. This was Morocco.
'Come back here!!' shouts the lady carrying jugs.
It was early spring, and the ice was starting to melt. But that doesn't stop Morocco from trying to skate every day.
Sadly, the village people think ice skating will contaminate their water source, so Morocco is chased away every time he is found.
His elder brother, Gabriel, is a bard. As there are not many jobs available in the village and his mother and father are gone, most of the living fees are paid by Gabriel, who is struggling to keep up with his noon classes as a Father was in the city working at the docks in town, and mother is a little crazy, and is the current doctor of the village.
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'Brother! I'm going to school now, see ya later!'
'mh.'
Morocco doesn't really expect a response but brother probably needs to save his voice for singing on the bridge!
'hm hm hmmmmmmm....' Gabriel sighs as he looks at his porridge in disgust. Although he knew there was nothing else to eat, he still refused to eat the gloppy stuff. He sighed before grabbing his bag. Guess he was going hungry.
'Mornin' kiddo! 'shouts the old man selling fish by the lake.
' good morning! '
Morocco sprints past the small village square and runs straight past the front yard of the only school in the village, a few minutes early for the bell to start ringing.