[OOC] Vignette.
Black. Blacker. Blackest.
The pounding in his temples started behind his eyes, he remembers that. He felt it, he just didn't want to pay attention. But as it spread it arrested his concentration, focused his attention almost hyper-actively on the throbbing pain.
His eyes opened.
Darkness. Trees. Where the fuck was he.
Ehrudith, he called, weakly.
Where the fuck are you, boy.
With some effort, an otherwise unnecessary amount, he lifts his head to squint. Things are familiar.
I'm outside the Weyr. I can see... Well, might as well just show him.
I'm coming.
No. No, I'm fine.
Too proud? Sometimes. Too stubborn? Sometimes. Really fucking concerned for June's safety, suddenly? Most definitely.
Who fucking took you?
I can't tell you.
What.
You're hungry, you never ate. Go do that would you please.
Keraus--
Fucking go, dragonface, let me see the girls a sec.
The way to the tavern is familiar, he finds it easily. When he passes where he was when he was bagged he stops to look around, just in case anything's there that might clue him on in-- /something/. It's too dark to see. With a frustrated growl he moves on.
He's through the doors. Where is she.
There...
The pounding in his temples started behind his eyes, he remembers that. He felt it, he just didn't want to pay attention. But as it spread it arrested his concentration, focused his attention almost hyper-actively on the throbbing pain.
His eyes opened.
Darkness. Trees. Where the fuck was he.
Ehrudith, he called, weakly.
Where the fuck are you, boy.
With some effort, an otherwise unnecessary amount, he lifts his head to squint. Things are familiar.
I'm outside the Weyr. I can see... Well, might as well just show him.
I'm coming.
No. No, I'm fine.
Too proud? Sometimes. Too stubborn? Sometimes. Really fucking concerned for June's safety, suddenly? Most definitely.
Who fucking took you?
I can't tell you.
What.
You're hungry, you never ate. Go do that would you please.
Keraus--
Fucking go, dragonface, let me see the girls a sec.
The way to the tavern is familiar, he finds it easily. When he passes where he was when he was bagged he stops to look around, just in case anything's there that might clue him on in-- /something/. It's too dark to see. With a frustrated growl he moves on.
He's through the doors. Where is she.
There...