arkaitz (arkaitz) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-02-26 03:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & before 9:45, @ ashya devar, @ loic arkaitz |
Who: Ashya Devar and Loïc Arkaitz.
When: Roughly 9:43 Dragon.
Where: A dormitory in the Circle Tower.
What: Ashya crashes sleeptiem.
Rating: Probably G but you never know with Ash. XD
To be honest, most days spent within the Tower were sort of exhausting. Part of that probably had to do with the manner in which he chose to spend them, but another, totally different part had to do with his templar training. Before, when he was younger, he'd been exhausted at the end of the day because he had most likely traversed nearly the entire Tower once or twice over. Now he was tired because he had lessons, and combat training with lads who were enormous. Granted, he was growing a bit, and catching up, but it felt like he had to work twice as hard sometimes just to keep up with their swordplay, just because their blows were stronger and he needed to block and parry just that much more.
Of course, after things seemed like that, he would think it was silly, and that they were probably having the same trouble, and that it was a good kind of exhausted anyway, so as long as he was doing well in general, things were probably good. And he was, doing well, so, as far as he was concerned, things were good. He was relatively easy to make content.
Currently, Loïc was on his way back to his dormitory quarters for the evening, already working on unbuckling the swordbelt and holding the scabbard and small shield in the same arm as he reached for the door and pulled it open. Once inside, he made his way to his own bed, setting the weapons down on top and moving to open the chest at the foot. Shrugging out of the chainmail as best he could – and wincing a bit when he caught his face with one of the edges; since the stuff was old and passed down amongst the initiates, it had some sharp spots that snagged your skin and clothes if you forgot about them – he let it fall into the chest, on top of a few books stashed along the sides. There were a few other boys already in the room, most sleeping, but a few sitting on their beds doing various things. He reached over the lid of the trunk, grabbing the shield and putting it in there as well, then shutting the lid and stowing the sword under his bed. It was too long to fit in with most of the other things. He sat down, pulling off his boots and setting them neatly next to the bedpost. For a moment, he considered pulling out some of the texts he was supposed to be looking over, and then decided that anything he tried to read now would almost certainly be some form of a lost cause, and flopped over to the side instead. He sat up a little, enough to pull off the padded shirt he had worn to protect himself from the chainmail, as well as the undershirt that had been.. Well. Underneath it. Then, he kicked the covers down, finagling them back up with his foot until he could reach them and pull them up around his shoulders properly, and tucked in for the night.