[In Progress] Prose Log:
When: Early morning, the day after Euram's soiree
Where: The stables
Who: Frey and Barts
The early morning air was refreshing. It was not quite dawn; the stars were still visible in the slowly lightening sky. His breath steamed, but he was not concentrating on it. Freyjadour had the blanket from his bed wrapped around him to ward off the chill of night as he walked toward the Budehec stables. For just a few moments he stopped to gaze up at the heavens. Ever since meeting Zerase, the stars reminded him of her. He wondered where she was now; was she all right? Without her so many things would not have been possible.
The cold air felt strangely good, even though his feet were starting to feel a little numb. He had been walking for some time; thinking about past and present events both. There was a lot to be said for solitude, he supposed, but it was hard to realize that since he'd always had someone around him. Tightening his hold on the blanket, he started to move again. There was a small light on for the guard on duty. It didn't take long to get permission to groom the horses that the belonged to the castle. He didn't mind that the guard kept on eye on him after pointing out which horses those were, either.
Doing such a mundane task was nice. It gave him time to think while still being productive. The party had wound up just bothering him in a lot of ways. He couldn't remember the last time he had acted so childish; which just bothered him more. Frey supposed that it must be because he was not talking to anyone; but he almost couldn't help it. Lyon was almost the only one he had ever truly confided in, but she wasn't here. Other people were... however, he wasn't inclined to talk to them about such personal things. Besides, after tonight's bout of childish behavior he didn't think they would want to be more than courteous. ... Roy might be amiable at least, but he wouldn't expect much from his double. He felt his loose hair gently, wondering if the ex-bandit would use the tie he'd given him.
His thoughts circled back to Lyon. No one he had worked with during the war had treated him like he was worthless, but he knew very well how easy it was for someone to lie to his face. He did not know about the other castle residents... but he could not quite bring himself to talk to anyone new on his own. They always seemed to be doing something; always busy. Frey patted the muzzle of the current horse gently, unable to supress a smile as the creature whickered and nuzzled at him.
Where: The stables
Who: Frey and Barts
The early morning air was refreshing. It was not quite dawn; the stars were still visible in the slowly lightening sky. His breath steamed, but he was not concentrating on it. Freyjadour had the blanket from his bed wrapped around him to ward off the chill of night as he walked toward the Budehec stables. For just a few moments he stopped to gaze up at the heavens. Ever since meeting Zerase, the stars reminded him of her. He wondered where she was now; was she all right? Without her so many things would not have been possible.
The cold air felt strangely good, even though his feet were starting to feel a little numb. He had been walking for some time; thinking about past and present events both. There was a lot to be said for solitude, he supposed, but it was hard to realize that since he'd always had someone around him. Tightening his hold on the blanket, he started to move again. There was a small light on for the guard on duty. It didn't take long to get permission to groom the horses that the belonged to the castle. He didn't mind that the guard kept on eye on him after pointing out which horses those were, either.
Doing such a mundane task was nice. It gave him time to think while still being productive. The party had wound up just bothering him in a lot of ways. He couldn't remember the last time he had acted so childish; which just bothered him more. Frey supposed that it must be because he was not talking to anyone; but he almost couldn't help it. Lyon was almost the only one he had ever truly confided in, but she wasn't here. Other people were... however, he wasn't inclined to talk to them about such personal things. Besides, after tonight's bout of childish behavior he didn't think they would want to be more than courteous. ... Roy might be amiable at least, but he wouldn't expect much from his double. He felt his loose hair gently, wondering if the ex-bandit would use the tie he'd given him.
His thoughts circled back to Lyon. No one he had worked with during the war had treated him like he was worthless, but he knew very well how easy it was for someone to lie to his face. He did not know about the other castle residents... but he could not quite bring himself to talk to anyone new on his own. They always seemed to be doing something; always busy. Frey patted the muzzle of the current horse gently, unable to supress a smile as the creature whickered and nuzzled at him.