#narndir

6. Guilt/Blame 28. Exhaustion/Insomnia

"'S my fault."

"It's not. People can steal cattle without you. I swear, Mennie, you don't know how to say a lot else do you?"

"...Don't call me that."

"Stop acting like a child and I might."

"Mmm."

"There you go again. Use your words."

Narndir sighed. His friend could barely sit upright but still refused to sleep. Meneldir looked several days without rest as well, and likely didn't realize he had half a wheat field in his hair. But that was something he'd always admired about Meneldir. He cared too much.

"You need to eat. You can't chase cattle thieves if you don't eat." He had some dry rations, but soup would do better on a night like this. Something hearty, warm, it would lull his stubborn friend straight to sleep.

"Caught them." Meneldir grunted. "Herne jailhouse."

Narndir rolled his eyes. "Of course you did. Did you scare the guards at the jailhouse too? Appear from the shadows and say something witty? Or had you been on your feet too long?" He found the soup pot among his things and went to get the fire started again. "Probably scared the daylights out of them either way. A cloaked figure, a gravely voice, some utter gibberish they're already too frightened to try and make sense of-"

A snore.

🥺omg wait hang on I gotta draw something

that moment when you're trying to influence what your baby brother's first words will be in order to prank your besties, but he loves you too much to follow instructions (also guess who's never tried to draw a baby before-)