The Apartment Above the Boards, Friday Afternoon
The first thing- the very first thing that Jono noticed when he stepped back into the Boards was the lack of cat winding around his ankles. He'd been gone in Kaeleer long enough now that most things about the island, most immediate notions of the place, had whittled themselves down to a handful of friendly faces and a cat sleeping on the foot of his bed. The cat, he remembered, he'd left with April for safekeeping while he was off to war.
God, he missed her now, though. It had been a rough week.
Still, it was good to be back in the comfort of his own home, even if it was for just the weekend. There were still preparations to be made before the march into Sidra, and he'd informed Karla that he wasn't going to even think about making that march, especially after the attack on their hunting party, without making certain that his equipment was all completely up to snuff... something he wasn't going to be able to see to in Glacia while on the move. He plugged his power packs in to recharge, barely noticing as the lights in the building dimmed, starved of electricity that was being focused elsewhere now, and then he sank into the sofa in the living room with his tools and his collar.
If there was actually something happening on the island tonight, he wasn't actually aware of it yet. There was work to do. Always work to do.
[Ooc: Open for visitors, if anyone has a mind to stop by! Otherwise just establishing that Jono's about this weekend, la!]
God, he missed her now, though. It had been a rough week.
Still, it was good to be back in the comfort of his own home, even if it was for just the weekend. There were still preparations to be made before the march into Sidra, and he'd informed Karla that he wasn't going to even think about making that march, especially after the attack on their hunting party, without making certain that his equipment was all completely up to snuff... something he wasn't going to be able to see to in Glacia while on the move. He plugged his power packs in to recharge, barely noticing as the lights in the building dimmed, starved of electricity that was being focused elsewhere now, and then he sank into the sofa in the living room with his tools and his collar.
If there was actually something happening on the island tonight, he wasn't actually aware of it yet. There was work to do. Always work to do.
[Ooc: Open for visitors, if anyone has a mind to stop by! Otherwise just establishing that Jono's about this weekend, la!]