He couldn't help but groan when he awoke. He rubbed his eyes, the quiet night bringing some discomfort to him. Just how long was he unconscious? The last time was..nearly twelve bells ago if the chronometer was accurate. Was it this late already? He lacked energy as of late. his dreams becoming just as exhausting as his daily tasks. All he can see were those shadows, and that blasted red star. Every pulse the star made, a hammer along his chest. And each night he woke, he felt like his head was trying to tear itself apart. He couldn't help but to think of what the dreams were, but it was like something was blocking it.
Even he couldn't escape the horrors six, seven years past. He didn't care at this point how long it was ago. But this was something different. It was as if his mind was blocking this memory intentionally, despite the horrors others forget, it was this odd memory that kept him awake. He reached for his pearl, hearing a familiar voice.
"Where have you been?" He listened to Reppu ask this question, a hint of concern along her voice. An odd question from her. His doubts began to rise, though the sincerity of it was enough for him to answer. He knew she had business, and he would have attended but his dreams kept him bedridden. A hint of shame went across his features before he responded in the pearl.
"I needed to clear my head. I need to speak to you soon about what is happening." His voice spoke in that neutral tone, hiding his worries.
"Once this is done, of course." It was that short response that annoyed him, but she was busy. He couldn't keep too much of her attention now, of course.
"Thank you." He set the pearl down with a soft sigh. His head throbbed once more. He couldn't help but to blink as he overheard the pearl less than ten minutes afterward, his hand darting to it as he listened to Kiht's voice. His hand quickly drew the pearl away at that crash, the sound drilling into his head like knives. He moved to immediately check his armor, making sure it was in good condition as well as his lance. He needed both, knowing the place as it was. Filled with chaos and the maddening star that summoned the draconic wrath each..how many years was it?
'Mattered little now', he thought. He had to wait, as much as it pained him to not go search for his friend immediately. He was hoping to speak to his dear friend, but business and errands caught the both of them. Reppu was long asleep by the time he was able to explain to her, but it was neither of their faults, he thought. He went to her door, armor and lance along him in the dead of night, the only thing giving his appearance away was the polished metal, the black chain nearly invisible in the dark. He stopped in front of it, not reaching to open it.
"I'm sorry, but I must repay my debt."Â He spoke to the door, as if it would somehow retain the message of all things
The aether wrapped around him as he began to whisk himself to Coerthas. He arrived in the fort, though he quickly abandoned it after paying his fee. Rest is not something he needs. He just hoped his friend would make it through the hellish nights. The first place would be the cave east of the Observatorium. Why was she here? Did she not have a clan to move? His eyes grew cold as he began to move, the servant's eyes turning to little less than one who would not hesitate to kill in a moment's notice.
He hated the effect this place has on him...
Even he couldn't escape the horrors six, seven years past. He didn't care at this point how long it was ago. But this was something different. It was as if his mind was blocking this memory intentionally, despite the horrors others forget, it was this odd memory that kept him awake. He reached for his pearl, hearing a familiar voice.
"Where have you been?" He listened to Reppu ask this question, a hint of concern along her voice. An odd question from her. His doubts began to rise, though the sincerity of it was enough for him to answer. He knew she had business, and he would have attended but his dreams kept him bedridden. A hint of shame went across his features before he responded in the pearl.
"I needed to clear my head. I need to speak to you soon about what is happening." His voice spoke in that neutral tone, hiding his worries.
"Once this is done, of course." It was that short response that annoyed him, but she was busy. He couldn't keep too much of her attention now, of course.
"Thank you." He set the pearl down with a soft sigh. His head throbbed once more. He couldn't help but to blink as he overheard the pearl less than ten minutes afterward, his hand darting to it as he listened to Kiht's voice. His hand quickly drew the pearl away at that crash, the sound drilling into his head like knives. He moved to immediately check his armor, making sure it was in good condition as well as his lance. He needed both, knowing the place as it was. Filled with chaos and the maddening star that summoned the draconic wrath each..how many years was it?
'Mattered little now', he thought. He had to wait, as much as it pained him to not go search for his friend immediately. He was hoping to speak to his dear friend, but business and errands caught the both of them. Reppu was long asleep by the time he was able to explain to her, but it was neither of their faults, he thought. He went to her door, armor and lance along him in the dead of night, the only thing giving his appearance away was the polished metal, the black chain nearly invisible in the dark. He stopped in front of it, not reaching to open it.
"I'm sorry, but I must repay my debt."Â He spoke to the door, as if it would somehow retain the message of all things
The aether wrapped around him as he began to whisk himself to Coerthas. He arrived in the fort, though he quickly abandoned it after paying his fee. Rest is not something he needs. He just hoped his friend would make it through the hellish nights. The first place would be the cave east of the Observatorium. Why was she here? Did she not have a clan to move? His eyes grew cold as he began to move, the servant's eyes turning to little less than one who would not hesitate to kill in a moment's notice.
He hated the effect this place has on him...
