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Boysenberry - A Soft Place to Land
Main entry
Timeframe : 1270's
The walls were plastered, floor to ceiling, in haphazard notes and sketches, enough sheets and scraps of paper tacked to every accessible surface to fill a book or two. Sethan sat, hunched over the desk, which had been pulled from the wall out into the room to make more space for the flood of notes, and he scrawled still more forms onto even more bits of paper at a fevered pace.
Kairn lingered in the doorway, debating drawing a few sleep inducing spells on the sandwich in his hand before giving it to Sethan. Deciding that doing so would lead to the future snubbing of his offers, he set the plate down at the corner of the desk and a steaming mug beside it.
Sethan didn’t so much as blink, so Kairn cleared his throat.
Still drawing with one hand, Sethan absently retrieved the sandwich with the other.
Kairn peered over his shoulder. Heavily intertwined sigils of all the elements filled the pages, scratched out here and there and redrawn again and again with the slightest of variations.
“What are you working on?”
“Lungs.” Sethan still didn’t look up.
“Is she…?” Kairn circled the desk angling for a glimpse of Sethan’s face as if he’d be able to read the answer in his expression.
“No.” Sethan dodged his gaze.
“Then get some rest.” He plucked the pen out of Sethan’s grasp.
Unperturbed, Sethan simply slid the sheet he’d been working on from the desk and made his way to the wall. “I will,” he said, pulling the pin from one of the pages tacked to the wall. It fluttered to the floor among the other discarded pieces, and he put the new one in its place. “When I get this to work.”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1270's
The walls were plastered, floor to ceiling, in haphazard notes and sketches, enough sheets and scraps of paper tacked to every accessible surface to fill a book or two. Sethan sat, hunched over the desk, which had been pulled from the wall out into the room to make more space for the flood of notes, and he scrawled still more forms onto even more bits of paper at a fevered pace.
Kairn lingered in the doorway, debating drawing a few sleep inducing spells on the sandwich in his hand before giving it to Sethan. Deciding that doing so would lead to the future snubbing of his offers, he set the plate down at the corner of the desk and a steaming mug beside it.
Sethan didn’t so much as blink, so Kairn cleared his throat.
Still drawing with one hand, Sethan absently retrieved the sandwich with the other.
Kairn peered over his shoulder. Heavily intertwined sigils of all the elements filled the pages, scratched out here and there and redrawn again and again with the slightest of variations.
“What are you working on?”
“Lungs.” Sethan still didn’t look up.
“Is she…?” Kairn circled the desk angling for a glimpse of Sethan’s face as if he’d be able to read the answer in his expression.
“No.” Sethan dodged his gaze.
“Then get some rest.” He plucked the pen out of Sethan’s grasp.
Unperturbed, Sethan simply slid the sheet he’d been working on from the desk and made his way to the wall. “I will,” he said, pulling the pin from one of the pages tacked to the wall. It fluttered to the floor among the other discarded pieces, and he put the new one in its place. “When I get this to work.”