As soon as he walk into the Quicksand to get dinner, Momodi caught his attention. When she mention that Chachan might need help, he didn't wait for the details, only asking where the group might be at that moment. When she mention that they were probably at Toll, he didn't wait for the rest, catching aether in the air, and allowing himself to be pull along to the aetherite at Toll. There he waited on the path into town until he saw Sir Cyneler leading the group from Castrum. For one brief moment, seeing the green hair Lalafell being carried, he thought Chachan hand been hurt, but then he saw the rabbit ear helmet and he almost drop to his knees in relief.
Yet, sitting at the strange table, soup going cold, John's mind play back what took place in Jancis room. Lady Ann, finally falling to sleep and then dealing with the injuries that Chachan had. Cha had his brother back but not completely. The stones that had been on Gogon, now dead, drain of whatever had made them Soulstones. He stir the soup once more, barely listening to the others talking. The memories had to have went somewhere. Could they now be resting in Gogon's own head? It would explain why he seem to be in a coma, lost in those memories. Could his curse be used to help, even just a little? Risk losing Cha's friendship for tainting his brother.
Jancis question startle him out of his thoughts. He told her that he wanted to check on Lady Ann, make sure she was comfortable. He mutter an apology to Cha, slipping out the door and missing the look of confusion on Chachan's face. He enter Jancis' room, moving first to Ann. She was sound asleep, which was good. One less person that may hate him once this was over with. He blush as he remember what she had said earlier. 'Girlfriends? They would run away screaming, if they knew about this curse.' He shook the thought from his head, he knew what his life would be like. He moved over to the bed where Gogon 'slept'.
He look so much like Cha. His ears drops a little, knowing that after this, he wouldn't be allow to call Sir Chachanji by that name. Taking a breath, he reach down, removing his glove for only the second time in eleven years. Even as he sat the glove at the head of the bed, he felt Howl's absents more keenly than ever before. 'I wish you were here now, Howl. Or even Warren, to keep watch on me and break contact if I stay in the 'Dreaming' for too long,' he thought. There was no time to call Warren though. He had to do this now before the others in Sir Chachanji's room began to worry.
'I know that you and your brother will hate me after this, Sir Gogonji,' he thinks, even as he reach a trembling hand out to the Lalafell's face. 'But if this means that he gets his brother back, then I'll happily accept it, knowing that he at least will have you back completely with him.' His hand came to rest on Gogon's eyes, John's own glazing over, and his body slumping, even as 'he' fell into the chaos of Gogon's mind.
Yet, sitting at the strange table, soup going cold, John's mind play back what took place in Jancis room. Lady Ann, finally falling to sleep and then dealing with the injuries that Chachan had. Cha had his brother back but not completely. The stones that had been on Gogon, now dead, drain of whatever had made them Soulstones. He stir the soup once more, barely listening to the others talking. The memories had to have went somewhere. Could they now be resting in Gogon's own head? It would explain why he seem to be in a coma, lost in those memories. Could his curse be used to help, even just a little? Risk losing Cha's friendship for tainting his brother.
Jancis question startle him out of his thoughts. He told her that he wanted to check on Lady Ann, make sure she was comfortable. He mutter an apology to Cha, slipping out the door and missing the look of confusion on Chachan's face. He enter Jancis' room, moving first to Ann. She was sound asleep, which was good. One less person that may hate him once this was over with. He blush as he remember what she had said earlier. 'Girlfriends? They would run away screaming, if they knew about this curse.' He shook the thought from his head, he knew what his life would be like. He moved over to the bed where Gogon 'slept'.
He look so much like Cha. His ears drops a little, knowing that after this, he wouldn't be allow to call Sir Chachanji by that name. Taking a breath, he reach down, removing his glove for only the second time in eleven years. Even as he sat the glove at the head of the bed, he felt Howl's absents more keenly than ever before. 'I wish you were here now, Howl. Or even Warren, to keep watch on me and break contact if I stay in the 'Dreaming' for too long,' he thought. There was no time to call Warren though. He had to do this now before the others in Sir Chachanji's room began to worry.
'I know that you and your brother will hate me after this, Sir Gogonji,' he thinks, even as he reach a trembling hand out to the Lalafell's face. 'But if this means that he gets his brother back, then I'll happily accept it, knowing that he at least will have you back completely with him.' His hand came to rest on Gogon's eyes, John's own glazing over, and his body slumping, even as 'he' fell into the chaos of Gogon's mind.
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