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24.Jan.12, 04:47 AM
Valerian made his way from kitchen to healing hall one slow but confident step at a time, ignoring the odd looks given him as he walked by strangers he knew he would have to get to know better one day. His hunting experience hadn’t gone quite as planned, and if he wasn’t trying to soften the blow for his ego he’d admit it was a disaster, and it left him exhausted. Having spent several hours in the hot sun despite the good coverage the forest provided likely didn’t help his energy either. All he wanted was to strip off the dirty and torn clothing and soak in hot water for the exact length of time he had been out trying to provide for the nameless strangers.
Nameless strangers that had kidnapped him!
Right, there was that point. He didn’t mind his circumstance but the way he had ended up there was still a bit of an inconvenience which left him with only what he had been wearing that night and his guitar he had brought out to play around on. So his current physical state left him wondering why he had put himself through so much. True he sort of liked some of the oddball characters he had deigned worthy enough, for now, to speak to and he was adjusting to a new way of life which broke up the monotony of his old life but were these people worth the risk of his own life?
Currently, he was leaning towards the negative.
Perhaps whoever looked at his injuries would earn the weyr some points back and further urge loyalty out of him. The woman that first spotted him as he inched his way into the building was well on her way to doing just that as one glance at him had her ordering him to the room around the corner while she fetched someone to look him over. Valerian nodded, glad to have someone concerned for his well-being because surely the idiot who gave him the chore of hunting didn’t care one wit. But that brief moment of contentment faded when he rounded the turn to the room he had been sent to and saw one of the two beds already had an occupant and one he actually knew.
“Oh, it’s you,” Valerian’s voice held the usual bored tone but he managed to keep most of the weariness out of it as he looked over Allendris. He wasn’t a bad-looking man but his attitude somewhat sucked, though that was what made it entertaining to converse with him. As he moved toward the bedding, his gaze lingered a little longer on his fellow stolen candidate and noticed something a bit off, mainly, his colouring. Skin that was normally of a pale complexion looked like it was glowing a lovely shade of red and Valerian snorted, biting back a full bark of laughter as he realized the snooty man was sun burned. “Nice colour, it really suits you.”
Nameless strangers that had kidnapped him!
Right, there was that point. He didn’t mind his circumstance but the way he had ended up there was still a bit of an inconvenience which left him with only what he had been wearing that night and his guitar he had brought out to play around on. So his current physical state left him wondering why he had put himself through so much. True he sort of liked some of the oddball characters he had deigned worthy enough, for now, to speak to and he was adjusting to a new way of life which broke up the monotony of his old life but were these people worth the risk of his own life?
Currently, he was leaning towards the negative.
Perhaps whoever looked at his injuries would earn the weyr some points back and further urge loyalty out of him. The woman that first spotted him as he inched his way into the building was well on her way to doing just that as one glance at him had her ordering him to the room around the corner while she fetched someone to look him over. Valerian nodded, glad to have someone concerned for his well-being because surely the idiot who gave him the chore of hunting didn’t care one wit. But that brief moment of contentment faded when he rounded the turn to the room he had been sent to and saw one of the two beds already had an occupant and one he actually knew.
“Oh, it’s you,” Valerian’s voice held the usual bored tone but he managed to keep most of the weariness out of it as he looked over Allendris. He wasn’t a bad-looking man but his attitude somewhat sucked, though that was what made it entertaining to converse with him. As he moved toward the bedding, his gaze lingered a little longer on his fellow stolen candidate and noticed something a bit off, mainly, his colouring. Skin that was normally of a pale complexion looked like it was glowing a lovely shade of red and Valerian snorted, biting back a full bark of laughter as he realized the snooty man was sun burned. “Nice colour, it really suits you.”
