Again, backdated to morning - I just held off the post for the full 24 hours |D
[The memories come back to Zevran even before full consciousness does; as a result, when he wakes up, it's as his entire body flinches instinctively, bracing for the Milkman's retaliation, a hand grasping at his hip for the hilt of a knife that isn't actually there.
Then there is a horrible, disorienting moment where his memories of yesterday in Mayfield crash headlong into the memories of yesterday in Ferelden - of the last few months in Ferelden - with his brain struggling desperately to reconcile the two...made all the more difficult by the fact that he doesn't recall remembering anything of Mayfield while he was in Ferelden. Why is it all coming back to him - crashing back to him, with all the destruction and disorder the word implies - now?
Then he opens his eyes, sees a happy family picture on the table beside the bed, and finds at least that question answered. He's back in Mayfield...yes, now it's beginning to make more sense. Somewhere between his attack on the Milkman (which feels as immediately recent as the flint he'd been striking to light a fire for their camp in the Frostback Mountains, which is playing hell on his head - completely disparate events that both feel as though they had just been happening) and now, he had been back in Ferelden, an unexpected recruit in the Grey Wardens' war against the Blight. Olivier had mentioned something to that effect - she had disappeared from Mayfield for a day, but had lived five months back in her own world before the town somehow dragged her back.
Which begs the immediate question of how long has he been gone, and what has happened in the meantime? There is, of course, an obvious way to find out.]
Well, that was...bracing. And very considerate of the town, to give me a vacation. [His voice is, as always, light and outwardly unperturbed.] Does anyone know how long I was away?
Then there is a horrible, disorienting moment where his memories of yesterday in Mayfield crash headlong into the memories of yesterday in Ferelden - of the last few months in Ferelden - with his brain struggling desperately to reconcile the two...made all the more difficult by the fact that he doesn't recall remembering anything of Mayfield while he was in Ferelden. Why is it all coming back to him - crashing back to him, with all the destruction and disorder the word implies - now?
Then he opens his eyes, sees a happy family picture on the table beside the bed, and finds at least that question answered. He's back in Mayfield...yes, now it's beginning to make more sense. Somewhere between his attack on the Milkman (which feels as immediately recent as the flint he'd been striking to light a fire for their camp in the Frostback Mountains, which is playing hell on his head - completely disparate events that both feel as though they had just been happening) and now, he had been back in Ferelden, an unexpected recruit in the Grey Wardens' war against the Blight. Olivier had mentioned something to that effect - she had disappeared from Mayfield for a day, but had lived five months back in her own world before the town somehow dragged her back.
Which begs the immediate question of how long has he been gone, and what has happened in the meantime? There is, of course, an obvious way to find out.]
Well, that was...bracing. And very considerate of the town, to give me a vacation. [His voice is, as always, light and outwardly unperturbed.] Does anyone know how long I was away?