Ingil (ingil) wrote in opus_two, @ 2008-07-30 11:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | &amarie&celegorm, &amarie&ingil, &amarie&ingwe, &celegorm&ingil, @ossiriand:ouh, amarie, celegorm, ingil, ingwe |
*sits up on the window ledge in his hospital room, looking out over the street below, much recovered (physically) from his recent ordeal*
*is so busy talking to himself that he doesn't even notice when a nurse comes in to tell him that his sister is here to pay him a visit*
Open the window; let in some fresh air. Why wouldn't a window open? It's unnatural. It's a wall. They say daytime is kinder but nighttime nightshine nightlights are fine if you let the air in. Or out. Better, even. Usually it's out. Yes, I'm the King's son. This is my home but it wasn't always. I'm a Prince but my mother's not a Queen. Must I go to training exercises today, Father? I painted a painting and it isn't very good but sometimes people bring their problems to the King and that's all right. I can listen and be patient but I'd rather not fight if it's all the same to you.