Post by Lothyna on Jan 30, 2011 20:52:01 GMT -5
Who: M'vren and chore buddies
What: Crushing ink, sorting scrolls, sleep?
When: Early morning
Warnings: language.
With the sun risen enough to warm the sand, M’vren was once again able to leave his beloved Seriath drowsing away her meal, wings splayed to soak up warmth. She was quite content there, knowing that he had chores to attend to, along with his own meal-and was too sleepy to stay up and admonish him. Shifting her head a bit, though, Seriath watched, fuzzily, as herMiko headed towards the library, and snorted. She agreed with him that it was a waste-especially since he was a healer, but, she didn’t make the chores roster. If she did, of course, things would run perfectly smooth! Still, that was neither here nor there, what with the delicious heat thrusting itself over her hide, filling her with a gentle, soothing warmth that begged to be luxuriated in.
Shaking his head once out of sight at the amusing trail of thoughts from Seriath, M’vren snorted, and headed past the kitchens briefly. Cajoling a meat roll and cup of klah from a worker, he rubbed the grains of sand from his eyes, still exhausted and trying to hide it. At least today he’d had time to dress-the past two weeks had given him enough experience to learn just how much (little) time he really had-and act accordingly. While still unused to the constant presence in his head and heart, the young man was more than grateful for Seriath’s wit and humor that kept him going at the end of the day, when the exhaustion made him sluggish and rather more grumpy than normal.
Unfortunately, today was a repeat of chores, and was a rather annoying set: time he could spend working in his infirmary, doing what he’d devoted his life to, was now wasted on clerical duties in the piles of scrolls and hides. Lips curled up in distaste at the thought, M’vren hurriedly finished the brief breakfast he’d snatched, idly noting that he ought to be eating more, given the weight he’d dropped in just two week’s time. He missed, somewhat, the ease of free hours-the time to taunt and tease S’lain and Tess, the brief flashes of contact and a potential mate that were shoved aside now, thanks to his new status. Though not resentful of Seriath, he was, internally, disquieted-for several reasons beyond just those. Thankfully, the little dragon had yet to pick up on any of it, and he worked hard to keep it that way.
Sighing as he entered the dim library, and wondering how, by the first egg, he was to stay awake this time, M’vren glared at the librarian. She, after a week of his temper, was no fonder of he than the other way around, and merely pointed at a table in the back, stacked with ink to be mixed and records to be sorted. Cursing at her under his breath, and waving off her gasp of offense, the healer slid back to the table, almost falling into the chair, since no one was around to see. Pulling the basket over, he groaned at the amount of tablets inside waiting to be crushed, and gave into his emotions, thunking his head down solidly on the table as he cursed under his breath, plotting revenge on several people whom he blamed currently for this state of affairs.
What: Crushing ink, sorting scrolls, sleep?
When: Early morning
Warnings: language.
With the sun risen enough to warm the sand, M’vren was once again able to leave his beloved Seriath drowsing away her meal, wings splayed to soak up warmth. She was quite content there, knowing that he had chores to attend to, along with his own meal-and was too sleepy to stay up and admonish him. Shifting her head a bit, though, Seriath watched, fuzzily, as herMiko headed towards the library, and snorted. She agreed with him that it was a waste-especially since he was a healer, but, she didn’t make the chores roster. If she did, of course, things would run perfectly smooth! Still, that was neither here nor there, what with the delicious heat thrusting itself over her hide, filling her with a gentle, soothing warmth that begged to be luxuriated in.
Shaking his head once out of sight at the amusing trail of thoughts from Seriath, M’vren snorted, and headed past the kitchens briefly. Cajoling a meat roll and cup of klah from a worker, he rubbed the grains of sand from his eyes, still exhausted and trying to hide it. At least today he’d had time to dress-the past two weeks had given him enough experience to learn just how much (little) time he really had-and act accordingly. While still unused to the constant presence in his head and heart, the young man was more than grateful for Seriath’s wit and humor that kept him going at the end of the day, when the exhaustion made him sluggish and rather more grumpy than normal.
Unfortunately, today was a repeat of chores, and was a rather annoying set: time he could spend working in his infirmary, doing what he’d devoted his life to, was now wasted on clerical duties in the piles of scrolls and hides. Lips curled up in distaste at the thought, M’vren hurriedly finished the brief breakfast he’d snatched, idly noting that he ought to be eating more, given the weight he’d dropped in just two week’s time. He missed, somewhat, the ease of free hours-the time to taunt and tease S’lain and Tess, the brief flashes of contact and a potential mate that were shoved aside now, thanks to his new status. Though not resentful of Seriath, he was, internally, disquieted-for several reasons beyond just those. Thankfully, the little dragon had yet to pick up on any of it, and he worked hard to keep it that way.
Sighing as he entered the dim library, and wondering how, by the first egg, he was to stay awake this time, M’vren glared at the librarian. She, after a week of his temper, was no fonder of he than the other way around, and merely pointed at a table in the back, stacked with ink to be mixed and records to be sorted. Cursing at her under his breath, and waving off her gasp of offense, the healer slid back to the table, almost falling into the chair, since no one was around to see. Pulling the basket over, he groaned at the amount of tablets inside waiting to be crushed, and gave into his emotions, thunking his head down solidly on the table as he cursed under his breath, plotting revenge on several people whom he blamed currently for this state of affairs.
