Lessons [Python & Genny]
[Starter for @saintedscribbles]
It's dark, nearly too dark- even with the moonlight overhead- to even make out the marks he's making on the paper with a stick of burnt charcoal. He swiped this particular book from Forsyth's stash - the title is long and he can't decipher half the words, but he hasn't seen Forsyth pick it up in months, so he figured it might not be missed. The pages are littered with marks- circles around words and numbers that he recognizes, others clumsily copied over and over, and often devolving into smears and smudges of frustration.
A shadow falls over him, blocking the little sliver of light he has, and he glances up in irritation, quickly shutting the book and hiding it in his heavy woolen cloak.
The silhouette standing over him is familiar- slender and small, its great cloud of fluffy hair glowing softly from the moonlight behind it. It's become a familiar sight since the two combined armies set off for home- he discovered quickly that the healer from Celica's group is one of the few who is frequently awake as late as he is. Shivering, he pulls the cloak tighter around his shoulders and shakes off a small pile of snow that has accumulated in his hair.
"Late night for you too, kid?" It's rhetorical- obviously she's here and awake- so he doesn't expect much of an answer. In most other cases he'd go back to what he was doing, but for now he's carefully keeping that a secret, so he looks up at her again and grumbles, "You need something?"













