Post by Cy on Jan 21, 2011 19:45:32 GMT -7
pre-hatching,
With a thoughtful frown, he stared down into the cup of klah that had been prepared and delivered to him by some late-bird drudge. His brows were knit together, dark and concerned, and his thoughts were clearly heavy. He thought of Jaala. He thought of home. He thought of his last words to his parents and he thought of dumping his little sister's body over the edge. He thought of being alone. He thought of being cold. The phantom sound of water lapping against the bottom of a boat echoed faintly in his ears. He thought of the mysterious hatching day that was looming in the future. He could possibly Impress. Forty-four eggs held a lot of favourable probability. He thought of belonging to the generation of rider responsible for saving a zombie-infested world. He thought of being able to stop thinking. Faranth, he really wanted to just stop thinking. His head hurt.
Sucking a deep breath in through his nostrils, he squeezed his eyes shut and uncrossed his arms enough to cover his face with his hands. They were warm. His palms smelled of old soap. Sliding his hands aside, calluses scraped lightly over his cheekbones until he was idly clasping the sides of his neck, resting his jawline against the heels of his hands and staring back down into his cup once more, his brow still dark and his frown still deep. He was going to stay awake tonight. He was determined. He wouldn't go back to sleep and nightmares that he couldn't remember. That was the most obnoxious part, not being able to remember and yet still feeling scared all the same. It didn't matter though, he just wouldn't go back to sleep. That would solve everything. He'd stay awake. So klah was good to have, even if he wanted something stronger. Klah smelled sweet. With a drawn out sigh, he dropped a hand to pick up the mug and bring up for a drink, his blue-green eyes peering over the rim to glance idly around. If he was going to stay up all night, he'd need suitable company.[/ul][/size]
With a thoughtful frown, he stared down into the cup of klah that had been prepared and delivered to him by some late-bird drudge. His brows were knit together, dark and concerned, and his thoughts were clearly heavy. He thought of Jaala. He thought of home. He thought of his last words to his parents and he thought of dumping his little sister's body over the edge. He thought of being alone. He thought of being cold. The phantom sound of water lapping against the bottom of a boat echoed faintly in his ears. He thought of the mysterious hatching day that was looming in the future. He could possibly Impress. Forty-four eggs held a lot of favourable probability. He thought of belonging to the generation of rider responsible for saving a zombie-infested world. He thought of being able to stop thinking. Faranth, he really wanted to just stop thinking. His head hurt.
Sucking a deep breath in through his nostrils, he squeezed his eyes shut and uncrossed his arms enough to cover his face with his hands. They were warm. His palms smelled of old soap. Sliding his hands aside, calluses scraped lightly over his cheekbones until he was idly clasping the sides of his neck, resting his jawline against the heels of his hands and staring back down into his cup once more, his brow still dark and his frown still deep. He was going to stay awake tonight. He was determined. He wouldn't go back to sleep and nightmares that he couldn't remember. That was the most obnoxious part, not being able to remember and yet still feeling scared all the same. It didn't matter though, he just wouldn't go back to sleep. That would solve everything. He'd stay awake. So klah was good to have, even if he wanted something stronger. Klah smelled sweet. With a drawn out sigh, he dropped a hand to pick up the mug and bring up for a drink, his blue-green eyes peering over the rim to glance idly around. If he was going to stay up all night, he'd need suitable company.[/ul][/size]
