15.Apr.12, 09:12 PM
"It's wonderful." Far reassured his friend, beaming. "You're the best." He meant it, too. The two of them were his first visitors in a long while, and he knew, in part, it was probably guilt; I'shan had Stolen him, after all, and a dragonet had almost killed him. But more than guilt over Farlint's current situation, it was friendship- and love. But brotherly love, not romantic. Not for I'shan. He was too... bro. And Ilveriath was there too, even if he couldn't fit inside.
Far knew he'd lost some weight along with everything else. Between the broken leg, the fact he'd had to be sutured and sewn, and drugged. The infection, the fever, the fear he'd lose his leg, the long hours Talian had put into him? He looked a lot more drawn than he had before that fateful night in Late Autumn. He knew his tanned skin had a pallor to it that a month inside tended to do to a man.
He also knew that he hadn't had a sip of sharding booze since the night before he'd- Yeah, it was time. "Jada?" Oh! The busty one. "She Impressed Gold, right? Why did she need surgery?" And why was he out of the loop?! Was she still here? Was she being denied company as well? "Don't tell me one of those bloodthirsty little girls tried to kill her already!" What he remembered of the girl, she was meek enough. It was entirely possible that she'd been found wanting. "And good. I hop S'kef dies with a rotten stick shoved up his ass."
He hadn't forgotten the way the man had whipped B'jin, nor the way he'd looked at I'shan. Maybe in the hospital, Far would be able to smother that sharding Brownrider with a pillow. It would be a mercy, after all.
"I've been fine. I'm working on making this place my hut. I have lovely women to serve my every whim," and a masterhealer with a suspiciously pretty face, "And I don't have to worry about chores." He pulled back up the bottle of wine, struggling briefly with the bottle before realizing he stood not a chance of getting it open. "Help a brother out. Lets have a drink, and stay up all night talking."
Far knew he'd lost some weight along with everything else. Between the broken leg, the fact he'd had to be sutured and sewn, and drugged. The infection, the fever, the fear he'd lose his leg, the long hours Talian had put into him? He looked a lot more drawn than he had before that fateful night in Late Autumn. He knew his tanned skin had a pallor to it that a month inside tended to do to a man.
He also knew that he hadn't had a sip of sharding booze since the night before he'd- Yeah, it was time. "Jada?" Oh! The busty one. "She Impressed Gold, right? Why did she need surgery?" And why was he out of the loop?! Was she still here? Was she being denied company as well? "Don't tell me one of those bloodthirsty little girls tried to kill her already!" What he remembered of the girl, she was meek enough. It was entirely possible that she'd been found wanting. "And good. I hop S'kef dies with a rotten stick shoved up his ass."
He hadn't forgotten the way the man had whipped B'jin, nor the way he'd looked at I'shan. Maybe in the hospital, Far would be able to smother that sharding Brownrider with a pillow. It would be a mercy, after all.
"I've been fine. I'm working on making this place my hut. I have lovely women to serve my every whim," and a masterhealer with a suspiciously pretty face, "And I don't have to worry about chores." He pulled back up the bottle of wine, struggling briefly with the bottle before realizing he stood not a chance of getting it open. "Help a brother out. Lets have a drink, and stay up all night talking."