Noah Durand (durandal) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-07-06 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & 9:45 (5) molioris, @ loic arkaitz, @ noah durand |
Who: Loic and Noah.
What: A difference of opinion.
When: The morning after kipping at the Spoiled Princess.
Where: Kinloch Hold.
Noah didn't look to be in any particular rush as he selected a book from a collection of shelves that spanned nearly ceiling to floor. Nearby a class had just ended, and he was allowing himself a moment to gather his thoughts. He watched people young and old walk by with a sharp appraising eye as he opened its pages. This tower was everything that had defined his life in the past sixteen years, and now his ability to venture outside of it had made that life have no meaning.
He opened the book, and made a frustrated noise. It didn't help that he had chosen a path of magic that would bring him into contact with all sorts of people - those that needed help. And if he wanted to get back outside and do something else, it didn't help him to be thinking of them. The thought of it plummeted to his stomach and made him feel queasy, and he rested his hands on the stand for support.
Now that he was outside moments like these seemed to be getting longer. For as insistent he had been about enjoying the outdoors, he felt homesick. But he thought he throughly deserved to be able to go outside when he wanted, and not at the whim of somebody else. His hand turned another page. Considering how he should feel was difficult. Soon he was getting another volume and returning the old.