Rain, rain go away...
He stared outside at the continually pouring rain, pondering. He had just missed the full brunt of the storm at his arrival, having arrived early during it, and then being transported quickly to Minas Tirith. It was a brutal storm, already having flooded two tiers of the White City, giving it two moats. He hoped absently that all had gotten out before the flooding had become too bad, in those regions.
He briefly pondered his conversation with Alcawyn the other night, and then quickly shoved it away mentally. He could not be held responsible for the actions of his predecessor, good or not. He had to make his own life here, as his brother had suggested, and as he had been thinking himself. He'd been getting restless lately.
He needed an occupation, something to keep his mind busy. He couldn't ponder things too much, he was a warrior, or failing that, a Steward (well, not quite yet here, anyway), and either of those did not leave much room for ponderings and philosophies.
He paced a moment, formulating a resume in his mind, and then eyed the quill and paper on his desk. He needed to do something until Faramir felt he was ready to give up Stewardship of Gondor. And Boromir was more than willing to wait for it - he needed to ease into the way of things anyway, to quickly jump into the Stewardship in this realm would not be a good thing for either Faramir, Gondor, or himself.
And so he slid into the chair at his desk, and began to write out that which he had been thinking...
((OOC Pt. 1: To be continued, as soon as mun is creative enough to write out a resume. ^_^))
((OOC Pt. 2: If anyone needs or wants Boz in a plotline or anything, do not hesitate to contact me! AIM: DuoGirlAK E-mail: tertius_nex@hotmail.com <3))
He briefly pondered his conversation with Alcawyn the other night, and then quickly shoved it away mentally. He could not be held responsible for the actions of his predecessor, good or not. He had to make his own life here, as his brother had suggested, and as he had been thinking himself. He'd been getting restless lately.
He needed an occupation, something to keep his mind busy. He couldn't ponder things too much, he was a warrior, or failing that, a Steward (well, not quite yet here, anyway), and either of those did not leave much room for ponderings and philosophies.
He paced a moment, formulating a resume in his mind, and then eyed the quill and paper on his desk. He needed to do something until Faramir felt he was ready to give up Stewardship of Gondor. And Boromir was more than willing to wait for it - he needed to ease into the way of things anyway, to quickly jump into the Stewardship in this realm would not be a good thing for either Faramir, Gondor, or himself.
And so he slid into the chair at his desk, and began to write out that which he had been thinking...
((OOC Pt. 1: To be continued, as soon as mun is creative enough to write out a resume. ^_^))
((OOC Pt. 2: If anyone needs or wants Boz in a plotline or anything, do not hesitate to contact me! AIM: DuoGirlAK E-mail: tertius_nex@hotmail.com <3))