Dancing Shadows, and Crashing Tides [Althea]
Jan 23, 2017 18:16:22 GMT -6
Post by Drei on Jan 23, 2017 18:16:22 GMT -6
Drei gazed to the two girls who lay quietly, lost within the lapsed recesses of their minds. The Shaman quietly eased himself down against the wall like wooden railing, leaning into it while he eased himself down with a quiet grunt. His palm quietly brushing along his jawline, the shaman looked to the two slumbering mages before turning his own gaze upwards. He could hear the defenders starting to check for wounded among the fallen bodies. His motions as he shifted in his place intended to indicate he was alive as others moved about, but was resting of his own volition.
He was able to sink into his spot as he tugged up his robes hood quietly. It was like a soft veil of warmth that also shielded his skin from the rough wooden worn wall. He pivoted a bit and tucked his knees, wincing slightly as he felt his wound stretch slightly. The boy's fingers combing through his pockets while he extracted his father's tome from the folds of his robe. He pressed it to his chest, slowly clutching it protectively and curled around it. As if using his body to shield it from external threats. The Shaman's gaze of honey hue obscuring while he closed his eyes and simply focused on the lull from the rocking ship and churning tides. Sea's waves crashing with a distant steady rumble.
He could hear some of the citizens starting to ascend from the carnage as it was announced to the lower decks that they weren't in any great danger any further. There was shock and lament as the sight of the slain still being cleaned up was brought into view. Drei however...was just glad that he himself, and to a degree the others weren't part of that collection. That was all he truly came to be grateful for, even if there was some small satisfaction in the fact that they'd helped save quite a few lives.
So it was that he quietly drifted to sleep. They still had a ways to sail after all before they got to Baddon. So sleep was going to be the first thing he did, if not one of the only things.
End thread
He was able to sink into his spot as he tugged up his robes hood quietly. It was like a soft veil of warmth that also shielded his skin from the rough wooden worn wall. He pivoted a bit and tucked his knees, wincing slightly as he felt his wound stretch slightly. The boy's fingers combing through his pockets while he extracted his father's tome from the folds of his robe. He pressed it to his chest, slowly clutching it protectively and curled around it. As if using his body to shield it from external threats. The Shaman's gaze of honey hue obscuring while he closed his eyes and simply focused on the lull from the rocking ship and churning tides. Sea's waves crashing with a distant steady rumble.
He could hear some of the citizens starting to ascend from the carnage as it was announced to the lower decks that they weren't in any great danger any further. There was shock and lament as the sight of the slain still being cleaned up was brought into view. Drei however...was just glad that he himself, and to a degree the others weren't part of that collection. That was all he truly came to be grateful for, even if there was some small satisfaction in the fact that they'd helped save quite a few lives.
So it was that he quietly drifted to sleep. They still had a ways to sail after all before they got to Baddon. So sleep was going to be the first thing he did, if not one of the only things.
End thread