@decretiia liked for a starter (♞) [ for yda ]
He’d been living a world away. It felt like it had been forever since he’d been back to the Source. So much had happened. New scars and memories. The closest he had come to death. He needed to rest, but it was impossible. After all, resting left him too much time to think. Beyond anything, he wanted his friends home. There was little point in being on the Source without them. The Scions were the closest thing to a family he had ever had since childhood. It would be a lie to deny it further. He tried to stay busy, despite his body still feeling WRONG after the corrupted aether almost destroyed him.
For now, he was in the Rising Stones. Tataru had gone to rest. Krile was with the others, so it was only him. With little to do, he tried to distract himself with a book. He was always fond of reading, usually in an effort to learn. Fictional stories interested him little back in his younger days. Now, however, he is attempting to stay away from the real world. The book is not overly interesting yet. He sighs, leaning back in his chair. He HATES the waiting around. He hates being stuck with his thoughts. Despite his physical health being less than perfect still, he is strongly considering grabbing his sword and looking for work somewhere. He closes the book on one finger to hold his place, letting it rest upon his lap. A deep breath, his eyes close. He still feels weaker than before. Will he ever feel well again? These thoughts surface when he is alone now. He wishes he could shut them out. Then the door opens.
The book is dropped to the floor and his hand reaches for his sword, which was left on the nearby table. He shouldn’t... be so jumpy. But he is far too used to being in danger. He takes a breath, it’s probably nothing dangerous. He leans down to collect the book.
“If you’re looking for the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, I’m the only one here at the present.” He says without even looking at the other person. He had obviously lost his place in the book he had been reading. His fingers still tremble ever so slightly, waiting for an attack unlikely to come.
