64th of Summer, 512 A.V.
World's End Grotto
Early Morning
The blackness of Gale's sight slowly was filled with the colors and images of his room as his eyes fluttered open from his slumber. The sun was rising, casting long, dull shadows across the streets and buildings. Starring at the ceiling for a several moments, Gale sighed. It was another day of walk out to Hana and then back. He recently skipped his long walks around town since his sprain, side, and other injures made it difficult to go long distances, but he at least managed to walk out to the person he once knew and back. He was caught a cough though and his side reopened slightly. Gale was think about just staying in bed today, take a day to rest, but no. He couldn't skip out on her, not when he was able to make it there and back before. He had to go.
Gale sat up and yawned. He pulled the covers off and stood up on his good foot. He wished he was able to get the crutches before he was dragged out of the bar but that was nearly impossible. Gale didn't feel like snatching another pair to just lose it again so he dealt with using walls and other things to help him along. Yes, it was difficult and painful but he was probably going to have to pay for the crutches sooner or later and he didn't really have the money to pay for a second pair, as cheap as it might be. He didn't have much money as it was and he needed to save as much money to pay for his rent here.
Gale used his wall to make it to his small desk where he kept half of his savings. He opened the drawer, grabbed his small bag and took out a few mizas to pay for a meal before taking off. He hobbled to his door and headed down the wall, trying to use the wall as little as possible. It might hurt more and it might make the healing process longer if he walked on his ankle but he didn't want to look like someone who needed a lot of help, even though he did. Last time he got help he got several slaps to the face, a sprained ankle, a slice down his side, and a threat to cut of his- ah never mind that.
The young blonde went his way down to the social lounge and got a breakfast, spending 1 copper rimmed miza for it and sitting down. Thank goodness that his rear wasn't in that bad of shape from all the falling his did in the bar fight. He could actually sit down without being in pain. Gale gave a sigh of relief as he relaxed in his seat.
The man looked as worn down as the Kelp Bar did. He had a yellowish bruise on the right side of his face that just now started to go away, a similar bruise on his knuckles and forearm, hints of what used to be a cut on his chin, and a scabbing slice on his left side. His white shirt was open on both sides making it look like his sleeves continued down to his waist. He torn the blood stain off to prevent further trouble being focused on him. His bedraggled pants had rips at the ends of the pants legs and his eyes were filled with fatigue and sadness. He ate silently, not sparing anyone a glance. Not even the Trident Champion that was also in the room. Even if he did notice the healer, he wouldn't ask for help. She probably had enough on her plate and he was well enough to function.
The fool ate his breakfast, trying to be quick about it so he could leave with as little attention drawn to him as possible. He stopped briefly to let a cough come and go, then went back to eating. Once he was done with his meal he would be on his way out to the forest once again.
World's End Grotto
Early Morning
The blackness of Gale's sight slowly was filled with the colors and images of his room as his eyes fluttered open from his slumber. The sun was rising, casting long, dull shadows across the streets and buildings. Starring at the ceiling for a several moments, Gale sighed. It was another day of walk out to Hana and then back. He recently skipped his long walks around town since his sprain, side, and other injures made it difficult to go long distances, but he at least managed to walk out to the person he once knew and back. He was caught a cough though and his side reopened slightly. Gale was think about just staying in bed today, take a day to rest, but no. He couldn't skip out on her, not when he was able to make it there and back before. He had to go.
Gale sat up and yawned. He pulled the covers off and stood up on his good foot. He wished he was able to get the crutches before he was dragged out of the bar but that was nearly impossible. Gale didn't feel like snatching another pair to just lose it again so he dealt with using walls and other things to help him along. Yes, it was difficult and painful but he was probably going to have to pay for the crutches sooner or later and he didn't really have the money to pay for a second pair, as cheap as it might be. He didn't have much money as it was and he needed to save as much money to pay for his rent here.
Gale used his wall to make it to his small desk where he kept half of his savings. He opened the drawer, grabbed his small bag and took out a few mizas to pay for a meal before taking off. He hobbled to his door and headed down the wall, trying to use the wall as little as possible. It might hurt more and it might make the healing process longer if he walked on his ankle but he didn't want to look like someone who needed a lot of help, even though he did. Last time he got help he got several slaps to the face, a sprained ankle, a slice down his side, and a threat to cut of his- ah never mind that.
The young blonde went his way down to the social lounge and got a breakfast, spending 1 copper rimmed miza for it and sitting down. Thank goodness that his rear wasn't in that bad of shape from all the falling his did in the bar fight. He could actually sit down without being in pain. Gale gave a sigh of relief as he relaxed in his seat.
The man looked as worn down as the Kelp Bar did. He had a yellowish bruise on the right side of his face that just now started to go away, a similar bruise on his knuckles and forearm, hints of what used to be a cut on his chin, and a scabbing slice on his left side. His white shirt was open on both sides making it look like his sleeves continued down to his waist. He torn the blood stain off to prevent further trouble being focused on him. His bedraggled pants had rips at the ends of the pants legs and his eyes were filled with fatigue and sadness. He ate silently, not sparing anyone a glance. Not even the Trident Champion that was also in the room. Even if he did notice the healer, he wouldn't ask for help. She probably had enough on her plate and he was well enough to function.
The fool ate his breakfast, trying to be quick about it so he could leave with as little attention drawn to him as possible. He stopped briefly to let a cough come and go, then went back to eating. Once he was done with his meal he would be on his way out to the forest once again.
