DAY 93 - Morning
Ken felt … strange. He woke up restless, feeling as if something were not quite right. Missing. His hands scrambled over the bedside table, where he found his glasses. He sat up and looked around the room. Nothing seemed out of place. Though he wasn’t entirely used to it yet. It felt a bit strange to be here. Maybe that was it?
Light flashed in his window, followed by a crack of thunder. He slid out of bed and hurried to the window, drawing the curtains aside to see dark, rolling clouds and sheets of rain. He tested the window, but of course it was sealed shut.
Biting his lip, he backed away from the window and looked around the room. He didn’t have much in the way of clothes. And no coat or cloak. He could layer his shirts, but he only had two, and he didn’t enjoy the idea of soaking them both. He would want something dry to change into. (And he was not going to leave his room in a nightshirt.)
So he got dressed in his older pair of clothes - the ones he had come to the castle in - and slipped out the door. He wasn’t familiar with the guards yet - tried not to look too closely - but he was aware that a pair of people hovered nearby at all times, doing menial things like dusting the same table and sweeping the same stretch of floor. And if he left his room, they turned up wherever he went. They kept their distance, never even spoke to him, and that was just fine.
He took the same path through the halls he had taken the day previous, to the fallen wall. It was certain, with the weather as bad as it was, that no one would be out here working. He didn’t intend to work either. He just wanted to feel it. It had only rained one other time since he’d come to this world, and he had loved it.
He stuck a hand out to catch the cold drops on his palm. Shivered a bit as lightening flashed somewhere over the wall and thunder boomed. He didn’t want to stray from the wall, so he sat on a portion that jutted out, where there was some protection from the worst of the rainfall, but not enough that he didn’t feel little spatters hit his skin and soak into his clothes. He smiled. A little.
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Light flashed in his window, followed by a crack of thunder. He slid out of bed and hurried to the window, drawing the curtains aside to see dark, rolling clouds and sheets of rain. He tested the window, but of course it was sealed shut.
Biting his lip, he backed away from the window and looked around the room. He didn’t have much in the way of clothes. And no coat or cloak. He could layer his shirts, but he only had two, and he didn’t enjoy the idea of soaking them both. He would want something dry to change into. (And he was not going to leave his room in a nightshirt.)
So he got dressed in his older pair of clothes - the ones he had come to the castle in - and slipped out the door. He wasn’t familiar with the guards yet - tried not to look too closely - but he was aware that a pair of people hovered nearby at all times, doing menial things like dusting the same table and sweeping the same stretch of floor. And if he left his room, they turned up wherever he went. They kept their distance, never even spoke to him, and that was just fine.
He took the same path through the halls he had taken the day previous, to the fallen wall. It was certain, with the weather as bad as it was, that no one would be out here working. He didn’t intend to work either. He just wanted to feel it. It had only rained one other time since he’d come to this world, and he had loved it.
He stuck a hand out to catch the cold drops on his palm. Shivered a bit as lightening flashed somewhere over the wall and thunder boomed. He didn’t want to stray from the wall, so he sat on a portion that jutted out, where there was some protection from the worst of the rainfall, but not enough that he didn’t feel little spatters hit his skin and soak into his clothes. He smiled. A little.
((Open post))