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19.Mar.14, 07:10 PM
Ekshan's internal clock was well tuned after a lifetime of rising with the dawn. It was strong enough to override exhaustion or in this case too much to drink the night before, his clock didn't care about such things, it was time to get up no matter what. He was greeted to a new day by a throbbing ache in his head like no other, it felt as if his noggin had been a substitute drum for some harper, who had also happened to have taken up residence inside his skull. He didn't want to move for fear of causing more pain, but his father wasn't an understanding sort and laying in bed was laying in bed, even if there was a good reason for it.
He stretched gingerly then froze. This was not his bed! He knew his bed, he'd had the same one since as long as he could remember. That familiar lump beneath his left shoulder blade and the other beneath his right hip, they were missing. The sheets that brushed against his skin as he moved were softer and more luxurious than any fabric he'd ever felt before. He didn't even have sheets on his bed, just a couple worn blankets to keep out the chill. His pain filled head protested at being expected to work while in such a state, but Ekshan needed to remember what had happened last night and where the fuck he was.
He searched back through his mind, latching onto the first solid memory he came across like a drowning man to a rope. The hold, he'd gone to the main hold in the late afternoon. Tales of dragonriders having returned, that they weren't dead, but alive and had been hiding out down on the Southern Continent had been slowly circulating through all the small cotholds. Ekshan was not easily convinced, and he passed most of it off as too much wine and idle talk. But then he'd seen a pair passing over head on they way who knows where and was struck speechless in amazement and disbelief. His curiosity was inflamed, if dragonrider had returned that would change things, maybe even for the better. He'd never paid the stories about them much attention, but he did know that even the lowest born could be deemed worthy by a dragon and rise to heights that even a Lord Holder might envy. So he'd struck out for hold, hoping to learn more and find out more about what their plans were. His first thought was to find Yulieas, he worked in the gardens and Ekshan thought he may have been closer to whatever gossip was floating around.
Ekshan pressed a hand against his forehead as he walked back through his memories, piecing together his hazy thoughts into a clearer picture of his night. He hadn't found the red haired boy and had decided to check out the local watering hole, he hadn't any marks to buy a drink, but hoped he could do a little eaves dropping. He hadn't gone unnoticed and a well dressed holder made a friendly offer to buy him something to drink. His first instinct was to refuse, but need overrode common sense and he nodded acceptance instead. One drink had lead to another and as his inhibitions fell away like dying leaves from a tree in autumn as he managed to learn that dragons had indeed returned to Pen, not that they had ever left, though Telgar's lord had not given them a very welcoming reception. It was around there his recollections became a bizarre run of colors as if someone had reached in a hand and swirled them up into an indiscernible kaleidoscope of images and sensations.
Eskan huffed a soft, frustrated sigh, and shifted beneath the sheet that was drape haphazardly across his body. Damn it they soft! He stifled a startled gasp as he became all to aware of the fact that he was completely naked. He didn't sleep naked, the small cothold was usually too cold and he needed the warmth an extra layer provided. His heart pounded away in his chest, making his head throb even more. Ekshan tentatively slid a hand over the bed, fingers searching only to be jerked back when they encountered the warm flesh of someone else.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" He whispered the litany, unable to stop himself from vocalizing his distress. He'd bedded some unknown woman probably some unsatisfied holders wife or worse some holder's daughters. He couldn't remember a thing about her, but right now there were more important things to consider. Like getting the fuck out of there before he was discovered. With a sideways glance that revealed almost nothing in the nearly dark room Ekshan began to slip slowly toward the edge of the bed. He just had to get out, find his clothes and run very fast and hope the woman's memory was as poor as his own.
He stretched gingerly then froze. This was not his bed! He knew his bed, he'd had the same one since as long as he could remember. That familiar lump beneath his left shoulder blade and the other beneath his right hip, they were missing. The sheets that brushed against his skin as he moved were softer and more luxurious than any fabric he'd ever felt before. He didn't even have sheets on his bed, just a couple worn blankets to keep out the chill. His pain filled head protested at being expected to work while in such a state, but Ekshan needed to remember what had happened last night and where the fuck he was.
He searched back through his mind, latching onto the first solid memory he came across like a drowning man to a rope. The hold, he'd gone to the main hold in the late afternoon. Tales of dragonriders having returned, that they weren't dead, but alive and had been hiding out down on the Southern Continent had been slowly circulating through all the small cotholds. Ekshan was not easily convinced, and he passed most of it off as too much wine and idle talk. But then he'd seen a pair passing over head on they way who knows where and was struck speechless in amazement and disbelief. His curiosity was inflamed, if dragonrider had returned that would change things, maybe even for the better. He'd never paid the stories about them much attention, but he did know that even the lowest born could be deemed worthy by a dragon and rise to heights that even a Lord Holder might envy. So he'd struck out for hold, hoping to learn more and find out more about what their plans were. His first thought was to find Yulieas, he worked in the gardens and Ekshan thought he may have been closer to whatever gossip was floating around.
Ekshan pressed a hand against his forehead as he walked back through his memories, piecing together his hazy thoughts into a clearer picture of his night. He hadn't found the red haired boy and had decided to check out the local watering hole, he hadn't any marks to buy a drink, but hoped he could do a little eaves dropping. He hadn't gone unnoticed and a well dressed holder made a friendly offer to buy him something to drink. His first instinct was to refuse, but need overrode common sense and he nodded acceptance instead. One drink had lead to another and as his inhibitions fell away like dying leaves from a tree in autumn as he managed to learn that dragons had indeed returned to Pen, not that they had ever left, though Telgar's lord had not given them a very welcoming reception. It was around there his recollections became a bizarre run of colors as if someone had reached in a hand and swirled them up into an indiscernible kaleidoscope of images and sensations.
Eskan huffed a soft, frustrated sigh, and shifted beneath the sheet that was drape haphazardly across his body. Damn it they soft! He stifled a startled gasp as he became all to aware of the fact that he was completely naked. He didn't sleep naked, the small cothold was usually too cold and he needed the warmth an extra layer provided. His heart pounded away in his chest, making his head throb even more. Ekshan tentatively slid a hand over the bed, fingers searching only to be jerked back when they encountered the warm flesh of someone else.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" He whispered the litany, unable to stop himself from vocalizing his distress. He'd bedded some unknown woman probably some unsatisfied holders wife or worse some holder's daughters. He couldn't remember a thing about her, but right now there were more important things to consider. Like getting the fuck out of there before he was discovered. With a sideways glance that revealed almost nothing in the nearly dark room Ekshan began to slip slowly toward the edge of the bed. He just had to get out, find his clothes and run very fast and hope the woman's memory was as poor as his own.
