(064: Fall & 091: Birthday) The Tower
’Verse/characters: The Tower, Bahne Haven
Prompt:064: Fall
Word Count: 584
Rating: G
Although Bahne was hardly inclined to dwell on most of his deeper thoughts and feelings, he was almost entirely certain that he hated hunting with at least a little bit of passion.
It was not an activity that he needed to include himself in very often, but whenever he did he eventually ended up regretting it quite soon afterwards.
Now, for example, after spending hours upon hours riding along the outskirts of the forest surrounding the tower, he felt tired and uncomfortably aware of the fact that he did not make a good equestrian. The horse was about as unfamiliar with Bahne as he was with the paths their party was taking, and to his chagrin he had to admit that he would likely not have found the way back on his own with ease.
Bahne had only agreed to accompany Leron and Roan - for Bahne surely would never have agreed to go hunting with Marius, he was not that desperate to be mocked - because he had felt that it might be another step in the right direction for him.
Recently Bahne had become aware of his own increasing coldness, and now he was trying to recapture what had been lost of his humanity by occupying himself with leisure activities. Everyone had ended up having to have their own suggestions about what he could do, and Bahne had been foolish enough to promise them he would give nearly everything a try.
He had not had high hopes for this particular trip, since he just didn't consider himself much of an outdoors sort of person, but a promise was a promise, and Leron especially had been enthusiastic enough for both of them.
Bahne's companions were strict with him. They were insisting he'd keep up as they chased the few deer and rabbits that had somehow gotten themselves lost in the area surrounding the tower in which no ice and snow were covering the ground and trees that must have been as dead as the ones that never fully thawed out. It was another paradox of sorts; nothing ever grew around the tower, yet here the ground was covered with freshly fallen leaves for all eternity, and berries and mushrooms were easy enough to come by.
It was exactly the sort of thing that no one wondered about anymore these days.
As much as Leron might have tried, in the end all of his attempts to persuade Bahne to do anything but ride alongside them had been futile, but Leron did make him promise to at least cook some rabbit stew for them in the towers superior kitchen later that night. If this meant that they were to be home before the sun set, Bahne was only too happy to oblige.
Once the hunters had finally had enough they turned to go home. To his friend’s mild annoyance, Bahne decided to walk at least until they were nearing the snow-covered areas once more, and he found himself enjoying the dried leaves quiet rustling underneath his boots. Despite Leron’s mildly teasing remarks, Bahne picked up a few particularly red or golden leaves along the way, fully intending to put them into one of the empty diaries they kept in their library for safekeeping once they got home.
He had, after all, been told that he ought to find something to occupy himself with, and he had a feeling that cataloguing memories was going to be more to his liking than to brave wind and weather.
’Verse/characters: The Tower, Bahne Haven
Prompt:091: Birthday
Word Count: 546
Rating: G
That something was amiss first occurred to Bahne relatively late, while he was already bathed and just about to get dressed. And even as he stood, puzzled and with his shirt only half-buttoned, it took another few moments before his gaze fell onto the neatly wrapped package laying on top of his bedside cabinet.
Bahne frowned.
Then, unwilling to face a problem of these proportions without shoes or a waistcoat on, he finished dressing. By the time he was done the package was still there, looking suspiciously innocent in all of its subtly patterned glory. Defeated, Bahne sat down on the edge of his bed to take a closer look.
It was almost a bit of a miracle that he had failed to spot it straight away, for he usually considered himself to be a rather observant person and the faint yellow wrapping paper was the brightest, most friendly looking thing in his whole chamber.
Although he was far from a habitual receiver of gifts, even Bahne could tell that this thing was clearly meant to be a present. Had he not been so occupied with the realisation that someone must have been in his room while he was sleeping, he might even have been pleasantly surprised by a thing as novel as a present.
As it was, he finally picked up the light package with great caution, unsure if he was being careful not to break it or because he was still doubting the trustworthiness of his unknown benefactor. Under his ungloved fingers the paper was soft and smooth, almost a little like silk and certainly finer than anything he would ever have used to wrap a gift in, since it would most certainly have ended up torn and ripped on the floor.
Unless, of course, the hypothetical present would be meant for Dierdre, then he might use the finest paper or the nicest box he could find.
Against his better judgement Bahne found himself a little exited, after all. Who else if not Dierdre would ever give him something, especially something that already looked so nice, although he had hardly dared to touch - let alone to unwrap it until now. Of course it would have been nothing like Dierdre to enter his room unannounced - or at all, really - but then again, she would not need to be in a place to leave something behind.
Bahne unfolded the paper with great care, so as not to crease it further, and out of the wrappings and onto the bedcovers fell several pressed and dried flowers. They were, however, not the only thing in the package. Beneath the flowers he found a small box filled with colourful sweets in various shapes.
Bahne smiled. Now there could hardly have been any doubt at all about whom the present had come from, although no card had been attached. He made a mental note to bake something special for Dierdre later on, since a verbal acknowledgement of her friendliness would certainly not have been welcome.
Over time, the presents kept coming at regular intervals. It took Bahne quite long to figure out that they always appeared whenever he made a cross on a particular date on the calendar that Marius made them keep, despite the absence of time.
13/100
Prompt:064: Fall
Word Count: 584
Rating: G
Although Bahne was hardly inclined to dwell on most of his deeper thoughts and feelings, he was almost entirely certain that he hated hunting with at least a little bit of passion.
It was not an activity that he needed to include himself in very often, but whenever he did he eventually ended up regretting it quite soon afterwards.
Now, for example, after spending hours upon hours riding along the outskirts of the forest surrounding the tower, he felt tired and uncomfortably aware of the fact that he did not make a good equestrian. The horse was about as unfamiliar with Bahne as he was with the paths their party was taking, and to his chagrin he had to admit that he would likely not have found the way back on his own with ease.
Bahne had only agreed to accompany Leron and Roan - for Bahne surely would never have agreed to go hunting with Marius, he was not that desperate to be mocked - because he had felt that it might be another step in the right direction for him.
Recently Bahne had become aware of his own increasing coldness, and now he was trying to recapture what had been lost of his humanity by occupying himself with leisure activities. Everyone had ended up having to have their own suggestions about what he could do, and Bahne had been foolish enough to promise them he would give nearly everything a try.
He had not had high hopes for this particular trip, since he just didn't consider himself much of an outdoors sort of person, but a promise was a promise, and Leron especially had been enthusiastic enough for both of them.
Bahne's companions were strict with him. They were insisting he'd keep up as they chased the few deer and rabbits that had somehow gotten themselves lost in the area surrounding the tower in which no ice and snow were covering the ground and trees that must have been as dead as the ones that never fully thawed out. It was another paradox of sorts; nothing ever grew around the tower, yet here the ground was covered with freshly fallen leaves for all eternity, and berries and mushrooms were easy enough to come by.
It was exactly the sort of thing that no one wondered about anymore these days.
As much as Leron might have tried, in the end all of his attempts to persuade Bahne to do anything but ride alongside them had been futile, but Leron did make him promise to at least cook some rabbit stew for them in the towers superior kitchen later that night. If this meant that they were to be home before the sun set, Bahne was only too happy to oblige.
Once the hunters had finally had enough they turned to go home. To his friend’s mild annoyance, Bahne decided to walk at least until they were nearing the snow-covered areas once more, and he found himself enjoying the dried leaves quiet rustling underneath his boots. Despite Leron’s mildly teasing remarks, Bahne picked up a few particularly red or golden leaves along the way, fully intending to put them into one of the empty diaries they kept in their library for safekeeping once they got home.
He had, after all, been told that he ought to find something to occupy himself with, and he had a feeling that cataloguing memories was going to be more to his liking than to brave wind and weather.
’Verse/characters: The Tower, Bahne Haven
Prompt:091: Birthday
Word Count: 546
Rating: G
That something was amiss first occurred to Bahne relatively late, while he was already bathed and just about to get dressed. And even as he stood, puzzled and with his shirt only half-buttoned, it took another few moments before his gaze fell onto the neatly wrapped package laying on top of his bedside cabinet.
Bahne frowned.
Then, unwilling to face a problem of these proportions without shoes or a waistcoat on, he finished dressing. By the time he was done the package was still there, looking suspiciously innocent in all of its subtly patterned glory. Defeated, Bahne sat down on the edge of his bed to take a closer look.
It was almost a bit of a miracle that he had failed to spot it straight away, for he usually considered himself to be a rather observant person and the faint yellow wrapping paper was the brightest, most friendly looking thing in his whole chamber.
Although he was far from a habitual receiver of gifts, even Bahne could tell that this thing was clearly meant to be a present. Had he not been so occupied with the realisation that someone must have been in his room while he was sleeping, he might even have been pleasantly surprised by a thing as novel as a present.
As it was, he finally picked up the light package with great caution, unsure if he was being careful not to break it or because he was still doubting the trustworthiness of his unknown benefactor. Under his ungloved fingers the paper was soft and smooth, almost a little like silk and certainly finer than anything he would ever have used to wrap a gift in, since it would most certainly have ended up torn and ripped on the floor.
Unless, of course, the hypothetical present would be meant for Dierdre, then he might use the finest paper or the nicest box he could find.
Against his better judgement Bahne found himself a little exited, after all. Who else if not Dierdre would ever give him something, especially something that already looked so nice, although he had hardly dared to touch - let alone to unwrap it until now. Of course it would have been nothing like Dierdre to enter his room unannounced - or at all, really - but then again, she would not need to be in a place to leave something behind.
Bahne unfolded the paper with great care, so as not to crease it further, and out of the wrappings and onto the bedcovers fell several pressed and dried flowers. They were, however, not the only thing in the package. Beneath the flowers he found a small box filled with colourful sweets in various shapes.
Bahne smiled. Now there could hardly have been any doubt at all about whom the present had come from, although no card had been attached. He made a mental note to bake something special for Dierdre later on, since a verbal acknowledgement of her friendliness would certainly not have been welcome.
Over time, the presents kept coming at regular intervals. It took Bahne quite long to figure out that they always appeared whenever he made a cross on a particular date on the calendar that Marius made them keep, despite the absence of time.
13/100