The 66th of Winter 513AV
Ugh, headaches, he’d rather not have them, even though this particular one wasn’t the worst he’d ever had, probably one of the weakest, it was really annoying but not really painful. Yet, it didn’t take away the fact that he wanted to rid himself of it. Feeling rather nauseous he crawled out of the bedroll he used to sleep in. It was Engghaen’s, but since she had been sleeping in his bed during her stay and didn’t really made use of it, he’d asked if he could borrow it. The floor was too hard to sleep on for seasons on end.
The bat yawned widely and stretched his limbs, then cupped one of his hands over his forehead as a painful sting pierced it. Darn, it got worse when he tried to sit up, twisting the blade in his wound –to use a figure of speech. Bran smacked his lips a couple of times, tasting the thick saliva that came with sleep. Well, the bat thought dryly, at least he’d been able to sleep. He should be grateful, yet whenever his head hurt without valid reason to, his mood was ruined. Of course, the headache would fade away soon enough, however sometimes they came back or worse; didn’t leave at all.
The more he experienced them, the more suspicious he became, certainly that wasn’t normal. Maybe he should visit the Catholicon again soon, they’d probably know what caused them and how he could get rid of them. It would cost him though. A small price for better days? Perhaps, but right now he wasn’t willing to pay said price. For now he’d have to put up with it, until Spring arrived, then he would visit the medical facility. If he found the time, or, to put it differently, when he felt like it. The thief sighed and got up, letting his gaze wander through his flat.
The wood in the fireplace produced a small corkscrew of smoke, the realisation that it hadn’t been long since the fire had died down flashed through his mind. As such it wasn’t cold at all, the warmth it had been spreading still hung in the room. Probably Enggy’s work. She didn’t seem to be here though, most likely she’d gone out for … something. Wait, how late was it anyways? The light flooding his eyes as he opened the curtains told him it was sometime in the late afternoon, his inner clockwork confirmed. Wow, he’d slept quite long then, he’d gone to bed early yesterday, tired due to missing sleep the past couple of days. Insomnia … another problem that had latched itself onto his back, and the bat guessed it had something to do with his headaches.
A rumbling sound made the thief withdraw from the window and tugged him out of his thoughts, slowly moving him towards the space he used as kitchen and storage. The place was a mess, but he knew there ought to be some food in there … Yes, a hump of bread was winking at him from a cupboard, lying on a small tray. A hungry bite revealed that it was rather hard, tough to chew as well. His jaws started feeling tired after few successfully swallowed bites. How long had this been lying here? A couple of days, he guessed with certainty. However, it was food and he was starving, so he didn’t complain and his stomach felt a lot better with something inside it, yet the meagre meal wasn’t quite enough to sate his hunger for more than a few hours. Not that he was worried about that, he’d find something to eat when he needed to.
Now that that problem was out of the way, the painful throbbing of his head came back to the surface, causing the bat to grumble and curse under his breath. Thinking some cool winter air from outside might soothe it, the thief strode to the door, realizing he wasn’t wearing clothes when he passed them, draped over a chair. Sighing, Bran got dressed, taking his time for the bothersome task. After he’d put on his boots as well, he left his house, the chill of the wind greeting him surly. His body responded with gooseflesh. Well, this had to be the most perfect weather to go on a stroll through the Diamond of Kalea.
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Ugh, headaches, he’d rather not have them, even though this particular one wasn’t the worst he’d ever had, probably one of the weakest, it was really annoying but not really painful. Yet, it didn’t take away the fact that he wanted to rid himself of it. Feeling rather nauseous he crawled out of the bedroll he used to sleep in. It was Engghaen’s, but since she had been sleeping in his bed during her stay and didn’t really made use of it, he’d asked if he could borrow it. The floor was too hard to sleep on for seasons on end.
The bat yawned widely and stretched his limbs, then cupped one of his hands over his forehead as a painful sting pierced it. Darn, it got worse when he tried to sit up, twisting the blade in his wound –to use a figure of speech. Bran smacked his lips a couple of times, tasting the thick saliva that came with sleep. Well, the bat thought dryly, at least he’d been able to sleep. He should be grateful, yet whenever his head hurt without valid reason to, his mood was ruined. Of course, the headache would fade away soon enough, however sometimes they came back or worse; didn’t leave at all.
The more he experienced them, the more suspicious he became, certainly that wasn’t normal. Maybe he should visit the Catholicon again soon, they’d probably know what caused them and how he could get rid of them. It would cost him though. A small price for better days? Perhaps, but right now he wasn’t willing to pay said price. For now he’d have to put up with it, until Spring arrived, then he would visit the medical facility. If he found the time, or, to put it differently, when he felt like it. The thief sighed and got up, letting his gaze wander through his flat.
The wood in the fireplace produced a small corkscrew of smoke, the realisation that it hadn’t been long since the fire had died down flashed through his mind. As such it wasn’t cold at all, the warmth it had been spreading still hung in the room. Probably Enggy’s work. She didn’t seem to be here though, most likely she’d gone out for … something. Wait, how late was it anyways? The light flooding his eyes as he opened the curtains told him it was sometime in the late afternoon, his inner clockwork confirmed. Wow, he’d slept quite long then, he’d gone to bed early yesterday, tired due to missing sleep the past couple of days. Insomnia … another problem that had latched itself onto his back, and the bat guessed it had something to do with his headaches.
A rumbling sound made the thief withdraw from the window and tugged him out of his thoughts, slowly moving him towards the space he used as kitchen and storage. The place was a mess, but he knew there ought to be some food in there … Yes, a hump of bread was winking at him from a cupboard, lying on a small tray. A hungry bite revealed that it was rather hard, tough to chew as well. His jaws started feeling tired after few successfully swallowed bites. How long had this been lying here? A couple of days, he guessed with certainty. However, it was food and he was starving, so he didn’t complain and his stomach felt a lot better with something inside it, yet the meagre meal wasn’t quite enough to sate his hunger for more than a few hours. Not that he was worried about that, he’d find something to eat when he needed to.
Now that that problem was out of the way, the painful throbbing of his head came back to the surface, causing the bat to grumble and curse under his breath. Thinking some cool winter air from outside might soothe it, the thief strode to the door, realizing he wasn’t wearing clothes when he passed them, draped over a chair. Sighing, Bran got dressed, taking his time for the bothersome task. After he’d put on his boots as well, he left his house, the chill of the wind greeting him surly. His body responded with gooseflesh. Well, this had to be the most perfect weather to go on a stroll through the Diamond of Kalea.
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Credit goes to Ollic
