The Party Don't Start...[Blayne, Annette, Kara, Etan, Ebony]
Nov 22, 2015 22:49:37 GMT
Post by Nalytia on Nov 22, 2015 22:49:37 GMT
Blayne walked along the cobblestone paths of Iadlain, the very same ones that people had been running down no more than just a week ago—himself included. Of course, some made it out a little better off than himself, while others were worse off. He reached up, touching the bandages on his face gingerly before flinching his hand away. The Eyelace certainly wasn't gentle when it tried to take his eye, but it was at least fair in that it didn't inject him with any of it's deadly toxins. Blayne could live with the pain as the wound healed over time with the knowledge that he was still alive and could continue seeing life as it passed him by. After all, 161 is a little young to have to kick the bucket.
He sighed lightly, turning slightly to face his friend with a little smile. "Annette, you know you didn't really have to follow me all the way out here, right? Honestly, I'm fine on my own—you know I am." Since the Harvest Eve incident, Forest Access has been completely cut off, so he didn't have the opportunity to go to Reluir and question his family about Moriel's whereabouts as he originally planned... Though it's not like Lentia or Annette would have let him go anywhere in his condition anyway. He was with Annette when the attack happened, and they had found Lentia while trying to find some healer to help him. She brought them to a proper healer, and his face has been bandaged ever since with Annette helicoptering over him to make sure he didn't run off and do something stupid. Of course, she was an easy one to convince on letting him leave every now and again if she was promised an adventure, so he was glad that she was his warden, at the very least. "But I'm kind of glad you did, I suppose; with half my vision field out-of-service at the moment, I'm glad I can rely on you to warn me of things out of my current field of visio—!"
Just as he'd said it, Blayne nearly tripped over something—or, rather, someone—who was standing right in their path. He stumbled, turning around so he at least fell on his rump than anywhere else, righting the person he'd "tripped" over before they fell too. "Woa—ah—!! Ooh, that might leave a bruise—oh, but are you okay?" Blayne turned his attention to the bystander, who happened to be just a kid. The child blinked in surprise, staring at Blayne's bandages for a moment, before looking behind him and pointing as he exclaimed, "Are you one of the performers like them!?" Blayne looked at the child in confusion for a moment, looking up to where the child was pointing. "Performer like them...!" There was a small stage set up, a few other crew members waiting around as two twins danced and sung on the stage for the mixed crowd of children and stray adults alike. Blayne stood up quickly, mumbling, "Here...? They're performing here?? Was their next tour supposed to have stared so recently? How could I have forgotten...!" He didn't make any move to get much closer to the stage, but he was still standing in plain sight, watching the two perform. Should he try and put a glamour over his bandages? Should he just leave it? He knows they'll probably get upset, but as his friends, would it be right to hide something so serious from them...?
He sighed lightly, turning slightly to face his friend with a little smile. "Annette, you know you didn't really have to follow me all the way out here, right? Honestly, I'm fine on my own—you know I am." Since the Harvest Eve incident, Forest Access has been completely cut off, so he didn't have the opportunity to go to Reluir and question his family about Moriel's whereabouts as he originally planned... Though it's not like Lentia or Annette would have let him go anywhere in his condition anyway. He was with Annette when the attack happened, and they had found Lentia while trying to find some healer to help him. She brought them to a proper healer, and his face has been bandaged ever since with Annette helicoptering over him to make sure he didn't run off and do something stupid. Of course, she was an easy one to convince on letting him leave every now and again if she was promised an adventure, so he was glad that she was his warden, at the very least. "But I'm kind of glad you did, I suppose; with half my vision field out-of-service at the moment, I'm glad I can rely on you to warn me of things out of my current field of visio—!"
Just as he'd said it, Blayne nearly tripped over something—or, rather, someone—who was standing right in their path. He stumbled, turning around so he at least fell on his rump than anywhere else, righting the person he'd "tripped" over before they fell too. "Woa—ah—!! Ooh, that might leave a bruise—oh, but are you okay?" Blayne turned his attention to the bystander, who happened to be just a kid. The child blinked in surprise, staring at Blayne's bandages for a moment, before looking behind him and pointing as he exclaimed, "Are you one of the performers like them!?" Blayne looked at the child in confusion for a moment, looking up to where the child was pointing. "Performer like them...!" There was a small stage set up, a few other crew members waiting around as two twins danced and sung on the stage for the mixed crowd of children and stray adults alike. Blayne stood up quickly, mumbling, "Here...? They're performing here?? Was their next tour supposed to have stared so recently? How could I have forgotten...!" He didn't make any move to get much closer to the stage, but he was still standing in plain sight, watching the two perform. Should he try and put a glamour over his bandages? Should he just leave it? He knows they'll probably get upset, but as his friends, would it be right to hide something so serious from them...?