28.Dec.13, 08:44 PM
Another day's work done, and now Yulieas wandered through the Hold Gardens on his way home. The trek back tended to be a slow-going one for the young man. One would think that after most the day spent there, Yul would be eager to get away, but the place still acted as a sort of refuge for him, and he could appreciate it whether on the job on not. He usually got sidetracked trying to leave, just wandering and admiring, or checking on things and making mental notes of future tasks to be done.
And really, he found himself in no hurry to get back. Over a turn back at Telgar and he still felt out of place. On odd sensation, perhaps, considering it had been his home for so many turns, and his time at the Healer Hall small in comparison. But those turns apprenticing had shaped him more than anything back here. He had been excited for the life of a Healer, and now that he found himself here, he felt as if he had gone backwards. He felt stuck. He let out a wistful sigh as he continued on.
Turning a corner, Yulieas froze. There, in the path, he spotted two of his old acquaintances. Wealthy sons of families that used to associate with his own. Childhood friends, one might call them, but now the sight of them only caused dread for Yulieas. The sight of them reminded him of the way things had been- it pointed out how different his life was from what it should have been. They still wore their fine clothes and showed off their affluence at every turn. Yulieas had holes in his socks. He needed new ones. He kept forgetting.
Taking a deep breath, Yulieas steeled himself and took a step to head down the path, but faltered when he heard one of the boys laugh. He shot his gaze to them, and to his relief, they hadn't noticed him. But it just made the redhead painfully aware of how much he couldn't stand the thought of their laughter and gossip when he did pass them. He knew they would talk- they had little else to do. No. He couldn't handle that today. He retreated back around the corner, having only a moment to breathe before he heard them headed his way. He swore slightly under his breath, scampering back down the path he'd come from. He had no where to hide. Except maybe...
He ducked into a patch of bushes and trees nearby, crouching amongst the foliage and tangled in branches as they rounded the corner, immediately cursing himself for the action. Really? He thought this was a better idea? Now if they saw him, he would not only be back home and a gardener, but hiding in a shrub. So much for dignity. He supposed if worse came to worse, he could claim he was still working, though Yul was an absolutely dreadful liar. Luckily, the two passed by without seeming to notice.
And so, after a few moments, Yulieas straightened up, exiting the shrubbery with as much grace and nonchalance as he could manage, not daring to look around yet to see if anyone had witnessed his moment of brilliance. With a blush rising to his cheeks, he smoothed and straightened out his clothes, but had a small twig stuck, unnoticed, in his hair.
And really, he found himself in no hurry to get back. Over a turn back at Telgar and he still felt out of place. On odd sensation, perhaps, considering it had been his home for so many turns, and his time at the Healer Hall small in comparison. But those turns apprenticing had shaped him more than anything back here. He had been excited for the life of a Healer, and now that he found himself here, he felt as if he had gone backwards. He felt stuck. He let out a wistful sigh as he continued on.
Turning a corner, Yulieas froze. There, in the path, he spotted two of his old acquaintances. Wealthy sons of families that used to associate with his own. Childhood friends, one might call them, but now the sight of them only caused dread for Yulieas. The sight of them reminded him of the way things had been- it pointed out how different his life was from what it should have been. They still wore their fine clothes and showed off their affluence at every turn. Yulieas had holes in his socks. He needed new ones. He kept forgetting.
Taking a deep breath, Yulieas steeled himself and took a step to head down the path, but faltered when he heard one of the boys laugh. He shot his gaze to them, and to his relief, they hadn't noticed him. But it just made the redhead painfully aware of how much he couldn't stand the thought of their laughter and gossip when he did pass them. He knew they would talk- they had little else to do. No. He couldn't handle that today. He retreated back around the corner, having only a moment to breathe before he heard them headed his way. He swore slightly under his breath, scampering back down the path he'd come from. He had no where to hide. Except maybe...
He ducked into a patch of bushes and trees nearby, crouching amongst the foliage and tangled in branches as they rounded the corner, immediately cursing himself for the action. Really? He thought this was a better idea? Now if they saw him, he would not only be back home and a gardener, but hiding in a shrub. So much for dignity. He supposed if worse came to worse, he could claim he was still working, though Yul was an absolutely dreadful liar. Luckily, the two passed by without seeming to notice.
And so, after a few moments, Yulieas straightened up, exiting the shrubbery with as much grace and nonchalance as he could manage, not daring to look around yet to see if anyone had witnessed his moment of brilliance. With a blush rising to his cheeks, he smoothed and straightened out his clothes, but had a small twig stuck, unnoticed, in his hair.