Apr 15, 2010 01:12
It had been long enough. After everything with the Nightmare King, he'd gone through the usual; self doubt, self pity, self loathing, and the inevitable drinking. Trying to fill the void left behind by not being able to play Ria, not having the music, was tough. Then there was Kala, the one who continued to fill the void he'd left in himself all those years ago when he lost the real Ria. The closest he'd ever come to filling that void on his own was naming the damn guitar after her. But he'd seen it in her as well; pity. Pity for the blind musician who could play anymore. Concern was there as well, but he hadn't focused on that; the pity was the more important part.
It was time to do something to get rid of the damn pity. Kala had mentioned someone in the med bay who might be able to help him out, had some kind of magic that may be able to regrow tendons a bit. It was a good lead (it was his only lead), and he was done with waiting to heal.
Plus, the bandages itched.
So he finally found himself at the med bay once again, after much searching. He need some kind of map for this damn ship... last time he'd only ended up here as an accident. Not really having too much of a plan, he just opened the door, did a quick sweep, and called out to the closest person he could find.
"Excuse me, I'm lookin' for a lass named Arha. Could ye lead me to 'er?"
arha masaari,
!location: med bay,
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