There was a clear sturdiness in his tone. He was reliable and stable just like that of the land which we walk upon. He was strong and down-to-earth. There was nothing that could describe him better than grass. However, why is it that fire raged within him when it came time to battle? Why is it that water fell from his cheeks when he had become so frustrated with himself? Was grass really the best thing to describe him as?
Red.