Week 6, Monday (10/6), Whiteoak, a little before Sunset
Spindle puts the sword away in his closet, and sits back on the bed for a moment. I only hope Ailan knows what he's doing. Something's got him tied in knots. He was talking to that bugger Ash last. Maybe I should... He lets the thought trail off. With a shake of the head, he dismisses the notion. Ailan, Aidan, me... God knows how many sleep-screwed nights we spent in the common room. Never once did we pry into each other's lives, damned if I'm going to start now.
"Stupid fuck," Spindle mutters affectionately, "Damn straight he owes me one if he expects me to tell Lord He-" Spindle crashes back onto the bed. Hands clasped to his face, he begins to swear as only a Nocker truly can. "Merbkin fargin' mesheghena, crackheaded, bedizened phallalgia, scaurous, thrimmeling anorchus!"
Spindle doubted Lord Henri had ever forgiven the Nocker for the upsets he had caused in last year's Intermediate Cantrip class. The Eiluned was a rather strict traditionalist, and Spindle's more... inventive... bunks tended to irk the noble Lord. Especially since they had all worked. Not my fault he never considered using Corel Draw for a Chicanery bunk. Spindle also strongly expected a good deal of the tension came from the fact that Spindle was a commoner, but he never dared voice that aloud.
Think I'lll steal a kiss from Freida before I go tell Henri he's got to take care of those blighted birds. Some sweet to lessen the bitter.
He takes a glance out the window and notes the lowering sun. First thing's first.
"Stupid fuck," Spindle mutters affectionately, "Damn straight he owes me one if he expects me to tell Lord He-" Spindle crashes back onto the bed. Hands clasped to his face, he begins to swear as only a Nocker truly can. "Merbkin fargin' mesheghena, crackheaded, bedizened phallalgia, scaurous, thrimmeling anorchus!"
Spindle doubted Lord Henri had ever forgiven the Nocker for the upsets he had caused in last year's Intermediate Cantrip class. The Eiluned was a rather strict traditionalist, and Spindle's more... inventive... bunks tended to irk the noble Lord. Especially since they had all worked. Not my fault he never considered using Corel Draw for a Chicanery bunk. Spindle also strongly expected a good deal of the tension came from the fact that Spindle was a commoner, but he never dared voice that aloud.
Think I'lll steal a kiss from Freida before I go tell Henri he's got to take care of those blighted birds. Some sweet to lessen the bitter.
He takes a glance out the window and notes the lowering sun. First thing's first.